Sarah Cameron Novels & Stories

She answered. Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help. Chantelle said. "Will you shut it". Rosemary said. We've been feeding,

said I picking up the phone. "hello miss smith. this is one of your fans." said the gentleman on the phone who I estimated to be about the age of seventy and more because of how wheezy his voice sounded. "oh hello there sir. what's your name?" "My name is Anthony Miller. actually, my granddaughter is your fan but she has had your number for ages and had not the guts to call you." explained the man. "yes? thank you Mr. Miller. maybe I can talk to your granddaughter? "

"And I don't plan to leave him. So give up on the idea that we are ever getting back together, Cameron." I then turned on my heel and out back to Leo. I nervously pulled my sweater over my wrist, hoping my scent and the washing powder smell on it would mask the smell of Cameron. "What's wrong?" Leo asked, looking down at me as I approached awkwardly, my hands in my sleeves. "Nothing," I answered. "Oh right that would explain that human scent on you then," he said, putting his coffee down, "Who's is it?" Curse his amazing sense of smell. Cameron hardly touched me.

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.

“Emma was in one of the files. Except her name isn’t Emma, it’s Camille Munroe.” Sure enough, a photo of Emma was attached to the file but instead it showed her name as Camille Munroe and that she had worked at the LA Lark for a few months. The photo wasn’t recent though. In it their female had long hair that was a light brown and fell in waves to frame her perfect face and slender neck. Jag couldn’t help but notice the sadness in her eyes as well. It was the same sadness that he recalled seeing the first time they spoke. It was Emma but not the Emma they knew. This was a timid mouse compared to the feisty kitten he had fallen in love with. It didn’t make sense. Emma had said she had moved f

With that command left in the air, Damon's steps turned into a jog and before long, he was out of sight, leaving a confused Sarah standing in the middle of a place she barely knew. She didn't move a muscle. She wasn't sure what exactly was going on but for some reason, her chest felt as if it was going to explode. The only thing she knew about it all, was that he was after the woman who's name was apparently Katie. "Katie?" Sarah tested the name on her tongue and a few seconds later, she realized it's familiarity. Katie was that woman...the woman who Liam spoke of and she was also the same woman who was in the photo...the one who was capable of making Damon look like a totally different vers

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Sarah has them too. “Sarah hasn’t been able to face Olivia for a long time. She can’t help but feel guilty because she was the one who insisted Cameron take her out for dinner. She regrets being pushy that night. Despite my best attempts to unite the mother and daughter, she won’t budge. Sarah hasn’t been the same after Cameron’s death. She has grown extremely emotionally and has been living alone. I wasn’t able to help her. The trauma is still fresh in her mind. She relives it over and over again” He said looking down. The helplessness and desperation to help his sister are evident in his blue orbs.

I tell her, bracing myself for the part that came next. "Even signing a contract with his partner, in return I had to be friends with his daughter", Camila's eyes still stared at me, waiting. How is she so invested in me tonight?. She's been invested in me a lot of times, but this one was different. And just staring back into her eyes and falling into her gaze, I felt a warm and fuzzy feeling all over my body. "Let me guess, you fell in love" Camila nods, "I remember her, Brooke Simmons, teen magazine's most beautiful asset" she says with an eye roll, whoa.

And there, standing by the window overlooking the lake, was Sarah. She'd changed her hair since I'd last seen her. Longer now, more blonde. She wore a tight red dress and heels that probably cost more than my entire new wardrobe. When she turned to face us, her smile was pure poison. "Elena," she purred. "Love the new look. Very desperate housewife goes to court." "Get out," Damien said coldly. "You're trespassing." "Am I?" Sarah walked closer, her hips swaying. "I was just admiring your beautiful home. And this precious little girl."