Peer E Kamil Page 1 Novels & Stories

******************** ZEKE’s POV “Who was that?” I asked Kamille as she finished her call. “Uhh, it's the kid's teacher. He wanted to visit Royer.” She replied, avoiding my gaze. “But Royer's asleep.” I immediately said. “Well, I guess he'll see me then.” Kamille shrugged and walked out of the room. She was dressed in her nightwear, which revealed more than I could allow another person to stare at. I followed her out to the reception area of the private ward to wait for Chris, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

she says looking at me. "We'll discuss that after his meeting, I should be expecting a call in three seconds" I answer putting my phone close to me. Three. Two. One. I look at my phone as it started to vibrate, my Dad's name sliding across the screen in bold, Asshole. "Hello?" I ask nonchalantly once I answered. "Camila, Marcell Clair just asked me to partner with him on a project" he says like a happy little school getting asked to the prom for the first time.

Zachary nodded but still not able to contain everything. “But how did you know that this is Bulwark?” Cammi shook her head and laughed. She distracted herself by preparing food. It was fruits and vegetables. “I surveyed the area. I gathered a lot of information. And I heard that there’s a girl entered here. She’s a Seacrestian. No one knows her real name but now, they calling her Peony.” Their conversation went longer. Cammi was able to get useful information. It made them more motivated. 🌸

He's not in any way like my Kyle. Kyle is more of an athlete than an ordinary man. Though, he was not spectacularly built. He was my height—five feet nine and a half inches. He weighed a hundred and fifty pounds, a galling eighty pounds more than I did, which flowed from his legs to torso around shoulders to arms and handsomely squared jaws in an uninterrupted, unemphatic unity of strength. His daily work out pays off well. He needs to keep fit, for his job. And I need to keep sane, for my job. I rushed back to my laptop on the couch and continued my unending research on Paige Kam. So far, I've discovered that she never did social media. Or maybe she used an anonymous name. Cause I didn't fi

- Come here. Camille looked at him surprised but obeyed. Sean pulled her to his knees, making her face him. Camille understood his intentions and sat on him, spreading her legs. This position gave him a full view of her panties, and his eyes immediately got dark. Sean crushed his lips on hers. His hands were cupping her breasts. Camille noticed his hardness and touched it, making Sean growl again. He used one hand to pull her panties aside and pushed his fingers into her entrance. He moved them swiftly while his other hand held Camille's ass, keeping her still.

Keith I get Camille’s message late at night, three days after Hope and I made it back from the Hunting grounds. The smooth grain of the expensive paper lies between my fingers, and my hybrid growls at Camille’s scent. Relax. We can not like him later; for now, he is our ally. He huffs and turns from me, disgruntled by logic. I open the missive, blank of all expectations. Short, sharp, urgent, the words were scrawled across the page.

*During lunch* Cami and Chloe sat together "Sooo spill" Cami said "Spill what?" Chloe asked totally clueless of what Cami was talking about "The fact that you're dating Theo" Camilla began teasing "Please stop, I am not dating that Theo person, if you are referring to the morning assembly we were just discussing something personal" Chloe said trying to stop Camilla from reading too deep into the whole situation. "If that's what you say. Do you want to get a drink later on?"

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."

She had always moved in a formation, cheer squad behind her, social orbit around her, the particular confidence of someone who had never had to enter a room without backup. That version of her was gone. She pushed off the wall when she spotted me and I almost turned and walked the other direction. “Rhea.” I stopped. “Whatever you want, Camila, I’m not interested.” “I know.” She fell into step beside me, keeping her voice low. “I’m not here to start anything. Just hear me out for two minutes.” “I don’t have two minutes.” “It’s about the page.” I slowed without meaning to.