Peer E Kamil Novel Novels & Stories

Camilla’s POV Beep. Beep. Beep. I wanted to block it out, but the sound grew louder, drilling into my mind. Beep. Beep. Beep. I wished it would stop. Beep. Beep— My eyes fluttered open, and the sudden brightness hit me hard. The light was too harsh, too familiar, pulling me back to memories of the first time. The first time I had met my mate. "Camilla?" That voice. I knew that voice. The first time he'd said my name, I’d been here, in a hospital bed, just like now.

The fire. I clamp my eyes shut. No. I can’t lose myself again. I press both palms flat against his chest, fighting myself. “Wait,” I pant. “I—I need to pee.” Zeke freezes, one brow lifting. He pulls back slightly, caught between a feral smile and a skeptical growl. The kingpin. The cold-blooded, spine-snapping, vengeance-fueled Zeke Russell… looks actually confused. “Seriously?” No, of course, not. I don’t want you to stop, but fuck. “Yes,” I lie, breath still shaky. Wow, great fucking job, Cami.

Laury chuckles before leaning over to Kamila's ear. Kamila’s eyes widen at whatever Laury whispers to her. "No wonder you don't believe in love." She chuckles. “You're into that filthy stuff." "Wait a minute," Jeremiah cuts in. "We should be able to know what's being said." "Nope," I object. "Whoever wrote that dare should have worded it better. Come on, Kami." She leans over and whispers, "I keep picturing Jackson eating peaches off my nipples now."

His eyes flickered with something unreadable. Elias's heart pounded and she whispered, “And if I don’t?” Kaelen leaned in more, and more of his intoxicating scent, this time with a hint of cedarwood rushed into her lungs, igniting every other part of her that was still asleep. His grey eyes bore into hers, “That book’s already out there. But I can make sure every word gets acted out, live, in front of the whole campus. My team would love that kind of entertainment,” He smirked devilishly.

“Good. At least he has friends who don’t let him party.” “Mom!” I said louder this time. “What?” she teased. “You’re not exactly innocent either.” Before I could defend myself, small footsteps echoed down the hallway. “Champ!” I looked up just as my little sister, Camille, came running in wearing one of her bright pink pajamas. She stopped right in front of Kyle, blinking up at him like she had just seen a celebrity. “Who’s that?” she asked curiously. Kyle crouched down a little, smiling. “I’m Kyle. Nice to meet you, Camille.”

He followed moments later, his body going rigid, his groan deep and resonant as he filled me with his warmth. We lay there for a long time, the sheets tangled around us. He pulled me close, his arm draped over my waist. I closed my eyes, feeling the afterglow of the encounter, the peacefulness settling in. But the anonymous writer's words still echoed in my mind, a reminder of the fire that had been lit. I knew that I would never be the same, that the quiet, shy girl who had read the diary was gone. I was a woman who had discovered her own power, her own desires, against the backdrop of a rainy night in a strange apartment.

"I want to go on the podcast and make the leak our launch story. We control the narrative or the narrative controls us. We learned that a long time ago." Priya looks at me for a long moment. Something in her face does the thing it does when she has decided something completely. "Call him," she says. I am already opening my phone. Outside the coffee shop London moves with its usual magnificent indifference and inside this small table something that was designed to stop us before we started has just become the thing that launches us. I find Dom Pearce's contact. Hit call. It rings twice. "Dom Pearce," he says. "My name is Camille Vann," I say. "You have something of mine and I would like to co

she asked. Cami by now was very angry.“Insecure of what?You are probably in this school out of goodwill.Otherwise how would a peasant like you raised by a single mum afford such an expensive school like Newvalley high,”she said.“You don't know a thing about me you fake bitch.I do not pretend to be something I am not,unlike you,”she said.With that Cami attacked her.Cheryl fought back never being one to loose either.“Girls!Girls!Break it off.To the principal's office,right now,”a teacher said.

i might be hidden in this dark place but I still priorities and Hope is one of them. Kyle pondered on that statement. It sounded strange coming from a stranger who obviously isn't a stranger anymore. How come? She even calls her by her most cherished name. ”That's great.“ he smiled and she nodded. Kamila really did a good job. He thought. But where the hell is she now to complete it?! ”Jude Kam was a successful business man so yeah, he had a lot of enemies. Just like you you guys, the cops, do.“ She answered willingly.