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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.”

Cestus almost rolled his eyes at Cameron, from where he was seated with his legs crossed. "I want to rush there the second I hear the cry of a baby," Cameron told him through a low rasp because his heart was slamming down his ribcage. He wanted everything to come to an end so he would be with his wife and child, be it a boy or girl. He didn't mind. He just wanted Ophelia to come out from the suffering and pain. As it was making him completely unsettled. Even his hair was disheveled because he had forked his fingers through it a couple of times. While Cestus just took one look at him and shook his head, because he could tell Cameron was frightened for the sake of Ophelia. The whole of his fac

It wasn’t planned that way at first it just happened when Caleb was born. I suddenly hear the rushing of feet coming down the hall from their rooms and I seem them come in view at the top of the stairs. “Got everything?” I ask as they come down carrying their book bags. “Yes mom,” Camron says and kisses my cheek. At ten years old he is almost as tall as I am. I can tell he will be tall just like his dad. As for Camille she is looking more like a miniature me as Camron looks like his dad. Cammie too kisses my cheek as they both head out the door and to the bus stop.

I wanted people to know that wanting to end their life was not the answer they were looking for and that there was always hope. Cameron scrunched his nose. “I don’t like that particular idea, but I know where I can be more useful.” “Where?” A wide grin spread on his face suddenly and I instantly knew that I was going to regret asking him that question. “Writing sex scenes.”

However, Camryn loosened her grip. It then hit Callum. She was trying to pass the cane to him. “The inside of my cane is hollow. A voice recorder is hidden inside,” said Camryn in an unfluctuating tone. Callum’s dark eyes sparkled as his opinion of her began to change. He stopped the teasing. He held the cane high for a look and flicked on the wood. He managed to pry open a hollow spot and shake it to deliver a voice recorder from inside.

Dear God, Cameron Stanton is here, and the way he is looking at me tells me that I’m in trouble. Big. Fucking. Trouble.

His words didn't finish, Todd howled, and the next thing a whooshing sound followed, Todd pinned him to the tree, and his eyes were red, as his claws went to his throat. "Alpha Todd, let brother go," Cameron called, pulling Todd off his neck. Cameron is the coldest among the four, he found his mate, a few months after his wolf surfaced, and he is just like his father, delta Campbell. While Ivan, is a demon, he has a problem with peace and stirring trouble is his priority.

“Going to see Aislen. Drop whatever you’re doing and come to my shop.” “On my way,” Cameron typed back and turned the indicator on the other way, pulling out onto the road towards Havermouth. “Going to see Aislen,” he murmured to himself. “Going to see Aislen. This is it, Cam,” he told himself. “Get yourself together, we’re going to get it right this time and take her home.” Before the big, gorgeous vampire got hungry and drank Aislen dry.

“You look lost, Sir. May I be of service to you?” Glancing at the awkward suit the man was wearing, Cameron was about to yell at him—out of frustration—but he quickly held himself. “Im looking for my sister,” he said instead. “Her name is Camila Axford and she's in a wheelchair. Did you perhaps see her anywhere around here?” he added quickly, dragging deep breaths.