Pj Masks Cameron Novels & Stories

About everything. Me and my team wait for him till the evening but there is not a single sign of him. "Why isn't he coming?" I grunt as I fist my hands and hit on the hand rest of sofa. He needs to come, please .... My whole life depends on it. "Sir!" I get a call from my assistant. "What is it?" I say. "I heard that Cameron Payne had a huge accident and is taken to home," he says. "What?" I stand up from the seat.

Cameron looked at me. "I'm not going to disappear. I'm not going to let him win. I'm going to paint. I'm going to show my work. And I'm going to make sure everyone knows that Joe Pritchett didn't break me." I turned to face him. "He doesn't get to have that. Not anymore." Cameron smiled. It was small, tired, but real. "That's my girl." He kissed me—soft, gentle, careful of his split lip—and I leaned into him and let myself believe, just for a moment, that everything was going to be okay.

Cameron got the message on a Tuesday. It came through a man named Patrick Osei — no relation to Patricia — who ran a private security consultancy and had worked adjacent to both Cameron's world and some considerably darker ones over the years. Patrick sent a single line: *Someone who knows you wants a conversation. Says it's worth your time. Her name is Lisa Carver.* Cameron read it. He told Nyla. She was quiet for a moment. "Meet her," she said. "But not alone."

Jordan Park called Damian's number on a Tuesday morning because she had been meaning to for three weeks and kept forgetting and then the Markov footage came back from the colourist and she watched it and remembered immediately. Camila picked up. Jordan paused for half a second. Then she said oh hello I was trying to reach Damian. He is in a meeting until noon. Camila said. Can I help. I am Camila. We have not met properly but I have heard so much about your work. The Jordan Park. Damian talks about you like you hung the moon.

"No woman in her right state of mind would speak to you the way those two women did unless you screwed them." Cameron Parker commented as he settled down on the couch in MJ's office. Cameron was a thirty-year-old man who still got into a lot of trouble. He looked like a troublemaker, and anyone who had eyes could never miss that fact about him. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a white silk shirt, white Timberland boots, and a long silver chain hanging around his neck. His dark black hair was a mess, and his lips were set into a pout. His grey orbs snapped to Jorge when he did not reply to his comment. "Shit! You screwed them both, didn't you?" He asked, but Jorge did not answer; he just si

I quickly shrugged that thoughts off my mind. "Kung sinasabi mong may kinalaman si Cameron sa singsing na'yon, Hindi mo'ko maloloko. He was nothing like a man that would murder anyone so don't try to fool me now dahil alam ko kung kanino ang singsing na'yon and it was John Enriquez's! At maaaring ikaw rin ang kasama nya noon!" Again, he just laughed. Annoying me more with the sound he make. "Wala pa naman akong sinasabing pangalan, Ms. Javier pero kung yan ang tingin mong ipinahihiwatig ko then I guess I'll just let it that way.. "

James handed over a photograph. In the photo, Wendy was linking arms with another man as they went in and out of a maternity hospital. That man was a leading enforcer from an underground casino in Jelaston—someone Cameron knew all too well. "Cameron, you thought you were her beloved. In fact, you were just her ATM and her fall guy."

I say sarcastically as I clap my hands for my stupidity. “I’m so sorry for hiding this from you, Camila. I made a promise to your father to take care of you, away from the public scrutiny. His legacy will be thrown out of the window if the media found out that Cameron died in an accident because he was drunk and got someone pregnant,” Mr. Paul Hughes as he introduces himself explains. He’s a total photocopy of Pyke, the only difference is his the older version with a grey hair tracing at the side of his head and a serious looking-intimidating guy compares to a happy go lucky Pyke.

It’s been two weeks and I’m back modeling. Cameron is staying home since he still can’t work because of his condition. His mother, with Clarisse, stays with him and Via while I’m away. Today, my schedule is at the Morgan’s company. I’m expecting to see Irene or Jackson today and I’m ready for it. I’ve been digging a lot on Jackson’s background and it just gets more interesting. Turns out he had records of assault and stalking back in America but, of course, his father cleaned it for him.

Candice "Cameron, please don't leave yet." What do I have in store for Jessblue punishment? "You will be a part of it since she wants to disrespect you. It's only right that we both punish her.” Cameron's eyes grow wide while turning dark red with lust and dominance in them. That just ignited a fire in him. Lord Cameron stands up from his seat, waiting to hear what I would say next.