Piper Rockelle Lev Cameron Mga Nobela at Kwento

I know all the ins and outs; am intimately familiar with both his legal— and less than legal— methods of work. This PR shit is just another way to make sure I don't go and ruin his legacy. "Okay, Mr. Damer. What has dear old dad instructed that I do now?" "First you need to get your public priorities straightened away," Mr. Damer replied staring down at a notepad I'm sure came right from the boss. "No more getting drunk at strip clubs or having sex with inappropriate women in inappropriate places," he continued quickly, clearly uncomfortable saying this to me.

- Her lips quivered as she whispered, her eyes slowly becoming cloudy. I placed my finger in front of her nostrils, feeling her draw her very last breath. That was it, she was dead now. I bent over her, covering her eyelids with my hands. There really wasn't much time left, i walked over, prying Camille's left hand open. A huge diamond stoned ring laid embedded in her palm. I raised the bloodied jewel piece, recalling that this belonged to Irina - a wedding ring. I slipped it into my pocket, taking one last look at Camille's lifeless corpse before disappearing into the darkness.

JADE “You heard me right. Camille Graves is competing.” Piper grins and returns her gaze to the track. And as I turn back to the track and recognize the outline of Camille’s face in the modified Mercedes sports car, the pieces begin to fall in place. “But I'm not here for her,” Piper continues, aloof to my turmoil. “I'm here to watch the other hotshot beat her ass.” “What about you?” she asks after a moment, grimacing because Lance is still sniffling noisily. “Who are you here for?”