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I was so lucky to have such a funny uncle. Sitting in my hotel bathroom I light another cigarette. I had quit smoking many times but whenever my stress would rise, I would start up again. There were times that I would be so stressed that I would chain smoke until I threw up. Remembering this part of my life might bring me to having one of these times. I go into the main area of the hotel room and grab another bottle of champagne. Afterall, coming to terms with my past should be a celebration of freedom should it not? I sit in the chair that looks out onto the main street. Outside people are laughing and celebrating on a busy Friday night. Many of these people are drunk and simple live in a h

Cameron forced a smile and said, “I really want to work for you, sir. I may be a Rheasian but my heart is Murican. Please grant me my wish! I definitely won’t disappoint you!” Cameron’s expression was very stern and serious. He looked like he was willing to risk his life for Scott. Scott had an enigmatic smile on his face. He looked at Cameron and said, “It’s no use making empty boasts. I’ve never hired Rheasians as my subordinates. If you want me to break my rule, you must show your sincerity.” Cameron knew that there was an opportunity for him upon hearing that so he immediately patted his chest and said, “if you’re willing to hire me, I’ll do anything for you!”

I am trying to enjoy the skyview of the fireworks but I am seething inside. I am angry! Angry at Karla for dating a married man! Angry at mom for cheating on poor Andrew! What's it with everyone betraying their spouses? It's like Kingswood has an outbreak of a virus called Betrayal! "Camilla Clarkson!" I groan inwardly. Ramon stands in front of me, tall and muscular, looking sophisticated. He's dressed impeccably in an expensive black tuxedo. It hurts a little too much just how hot this guy is.

I don't want to terrify him but it's good that he knew what's going on with his body and why he had that unnatural occurrence. " Tell me, uncle! What's going on?" He's now becoming more aggressive to know everything? " Son, don't be surprised if I tell you this okay?" I want to make sure that he was calm and focus. I went to a Google page and I type the word " demon son ", and something pops up on it. I found a Cambion word and his same word Katako. I read it again since many years had passed and vampires and demons reunited after Damon's death. I barely remembered their characteristics and weaknesses so I had to dig again from the very start. I turned around the laptop and face it with him

Cameron said it “We never break our word,” I said softly "What are you, and who are you?" Camellia said it "I'm a werewolf," I said, closing my eyes for a second, then opening my eyes and my moans turning golden yellow and looking at them. "Oh my God," Camelia said, and she and Cameron went back in fear "I'm sorry," I said, then my eyes went back to normal "No, we're sorry," Cameron said with a smile to reassure me "So what else can you do?" Camellia said it

It's a text from Cameron. I click on it. 'Still think I'd be better away?' I read. I raise a brow, running my eyes throughout the park in confusion. A car honk makes me avert my gaze to the end of the park, the side demarcated from the main road where vehicles can be parked. Inside a car with a window of the driver's seat wound down is Cameron. He has a smug grin on his face and gave me a two fingers wave. I can't believe this but my cheeks begin to burn. For a second, I thought I'd die with boredom.

“EVERYTHING! INCLUDING YOU!” The rage in Cameron’s eyes was like pure madness. He felt like a rogue wolf, but without the presence of an actual wolf. Rome whimpered so softly I barely heard him as he got back to his feet. “Not everything,” I snarled, leaping over my brother. “Not yet.”

Cameron suggested urgently. Cameron expressed her thoughts vividly, "It's truly thought-provoking and terrifying. This woman is not only cunning but also incredibly malicious. She's willing to sacrifice the entire family for her own personal gain." Jared halted and glanced sideways at Cameron, his eyes and eyebrows cold, his thin lips pressed tightly. "Did you witness all these details with your own eyes?" Jared inquired. Cameron responded with determination, "Although I haven't witnessed it firsthand, I firmly believe that's what happened."

“Stop being cute. I’m too tired to fight you.” “Then don’t fight me. Give in to the dark side.” “You’re the dark side?” “Obviously. Look at this hoodie.” He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Score. Cameron yawned and blinked at his notes like they personally offended him. “I swear this page didn’t make any sense before I fell asleep, and now it makes even less sense.” I tilted my head, peering over his shoulder at the scribbles he was glaring at. “Did you write ‘ATP is the energy of emotionally repressed goats’?”

Cameron got back from the school drop-off a little early, excited as if he had seen Santa Claus in real life. He came outside, perspiring and telling Lana all about his day, trying to go slow while telling her about the race. He narrated everything to her: the adrenaline in his energy, the power of his engine, and the manoeuvrability of his vehicle. He even tried to visualise it from the other racer's point of view and described the story to her.