Ross Cameron Ebook Novels & Stories

She wondered how much more Cameron said that I heard. Cameron was always so loud. If you saw Cameron on the road, you'd think he was perfect. Well-chiseled jaw, toned abs, nice beards, nice body, great accent etc. In short, to be totally honest, he was physically beautiful. But his character was not. He was a manipulator, a cheat, a over-ambitious man, a workaholic, a ruthless husband, a narcissist and a sex addict. It was just so unfair. Women swarmed around him like bees because he was handsome and rich but they all began growing distant after realizing how much of a monster he was. He was no good for anything. Except leading women to bed, and squandering money on useless things. He had no

He pushed my hair out of my face and cupped my cheek in his hand, “I want to take you away, but they will kill me if I do that. I’m only an omega, please forgive me. I knew that they would kill him if he released me; I was their toy. And I didn’t blame the man as I looked at him with sad eyes. His green eyes glossed over as he held a frown. “I’m Cameron”. He said and offered a small smile. I opened my mouth and then stopped once I felt the welts against the side of my mouth. “You don’t have to speak,” he said and lifted a glass of water towards my mouth. He placed the straw between my lips and smiled.

"Heard about your little scandal, big brother. Quite the mess you've made." Carter moved to block him from the alcohol. "How did you get up here?" "Still have the security code. You know, from when I actually mattered to this family." Cameron's face twisted. "Before you decided I was too damaged to carry the Montgomery torch." "You're high right now. I can see it." "So what?" Cameron shoved past him, grabbed a bottle. "At least I'm honest about my problems. Unlike you, pretending to be some white knight while you're just another Langston man who destroys everything he touches."

Alpha Ryan rises, his gaze falling at our table for the first time, King Cameron, can I have a moment with the lady before we sell our souls for it? I snort out a laugh, contributing to the laughter filling the room. King Cameron looks at his watch and raises the microphone closer to his mouth. “Of course, let's take a ten minute break, not in the rules but heck on with it.” “Your brother seems to want it,” I say. My gaze drifting to Camilla. In responsesge shrugs, her hand toying with the biding rose. “Too bad, I want it and I will get it, even if I have to sell my soul to the devil.”

Cameron released her shoulder finally and ran his tongue over his lips, chasing the spill of blood, before leaning over and licking around the wound, cleaning away the blood trails he had left on her skin. “I, Aislen Carter,” she started, and Cameron grinned. “Of Havermouth, and probably the Emissary of the Moon Goddess, or someone like that, take you, Cameron Edison, as my mate. I promise to…” She felt the tears bite as she met his eyes, and her smile was watery through them. “Always see you, as who you are, and always appreciate the wonderful, generous, kind-hearted, stupidly adorable puppy that you are. I love you.”

Sam, on the other hand, finished the cleaning of plates inside the comfort room. He walks straight to the couch and read the intriguing choices for his career. He needs to think carefully and need to talk with the CEO. Because his phone is not on him—Sam decided to open his laptop while waiting for the Doctor to come. He sighed, and when opening the site of CAM, he is now seeing some streamers. [Welcome to CAM, find your ideal streamer!] It is the banner of the application as he is reading it. Sam hears a whimpering sound from his grandmother again. He rushes to the bathroom to get her bowl.

Lady Aurora emerged, flanked by two identical men. “Please inform us if she leaves the house,” one of them pleaded, desperation etched into his features. “We can’t stand seeing our Commander like this.” Lady Aurora gave them a solemn nod. “I will. Don’t you want to meet Gamma Celeriac? He’s in his study.” Study? I glanced back toward the man who had been watching Elysia’s window—but he was gone. The eerie aura still lingered in the air. Teleporting into the study, I landed soundlessly. Gamma Celeriac sat at his desk, engrossed in a book. His expression was unreadable, but the moment I appeared, he closed the book with deliberate calmness.

At least I knew Alpha Horace wouldn’t throw me out of the pack if I already had his grandpup. Then Cameron brought me to the bathtub. He soaped me from the head to the toe. However, he took a lot of time to soap my bosoms and my womanhood. We took a turn, and I did the same to him. He moaned as I soaped his manhood in a lingering motion. Then he took the soap from my hand and put it back in its place on the shelf. He pulled the water plug, and the water slowly drained from the tub. Cameron opened the warm water valve, and we cleaned ourselves. Then he brought me back to the bedroom. He sat me on the bed, opening my thighs widely. Then he kneeled and bent his head to lick my womanhood.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

“And why are you bringing all your stuff here? Do you have money issues? Owe a loan shark or something? Regardless, moving into my place isn’t going to stop your problems from catching up on you.” Cameron doesn’t even look remotely guilty. He just stretches out like a displeased cat, yawning so wide I can see the back of his throat, then drapes himself across my couch like it belongs to him. “Do you ever shut up?” he hisses, tugging the blanket tighter around his shoulders. “I fell asleep reading a book, and the payment isn’t just a crick in my neck. But now I have to wake up to you yapping.”