Sarah Cameron Novels & Stories

dont ruin the fun for us tf @taylorscissorsiykwim eh, leave the party poopers behind. buuuuut OMG cameron is getting it!!! im happy for him if he is!!! @camramintome OMGGG GUYS LISTEN I STALKED HER INSTA & FB & TWITTER AND STUFF AND SHE JUST MADE THEM PRIVATE OMG @camnic5ever what is up with this shit again smh

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

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."

Fucking great. I take a nice warm shower and decide to do a little work. I take out my laptop and my curiosity gets the best of me. I open g****e and search "Sarah Jones". A very gorgeous, practically perfect blonde woman shows up on my screen. She's 30 but she looks like she's 20 or so. She's also a Victoria Secret Angel. How am I supposed to compete with a lingerie model? Sarah is also British, don't know how she ended up in Spain.

Before Scarlett was able to say anything more, Sarah had already closed the car door, and the driver had started down the road. Standing there, Sarah remembered something important. She took her cellphone out to call Scarlett. Meanwhile, Scarlett took out her cellphone in the cab and saw it was from Sarah, so she picked it up instantly and said, “Sarah, what’s up?” “Do you know that your husband’s ex-girlfriend is the famous actress, Mary Patel?” Sarah asked. “Yes, I know that!” she replied. Gawking at the bare campus street scene, Sarah said, “Oh my god, you are done! Those netizens won’t give you a break!”

Freya’s P.O.V “No!” “Yes! “NO!” “YES!” “NOOOOO….” “Shut up bitch and get inside!” Sarah pulled me into the store with a vice grip on my arm and I tried to reach for Cameron…who happily waved me goodbye and drove off with a whispered, ‘I love you’. “I don’t!” I shouted back, just before I was pulled inside. “Traitor!” “Cameron knows better than to mess with me.” Sarah shrugged, flipping her blonde hair behind her shoulders as she took off her shades. “Come on now, we have dresses to find. And if you don’t help me, God help your soul!”

He bent over slightly and whispered into her ears “my name is Aldo Aicardi. I didn’t think you would forget so soon, Sarah.” “You know my name?” “Of course. Ndolo Sarah Etoundi, 28 year old female, Cameroonian national, former figure skater, studied at Harvard business school. You’re here for your best friend’s wedding.” She almost fell to the ground hearing a stranger calmly tell her own biography.

I replied. Cameron grinned. "Somewhere." "It's just better this way," he smiled. I sighed. "Sarah, meet Cameron." "Cameron, meet Sarah." Sarah waved. "Nice to meet you." Cameron's eyes sparkled. "Oh, you're Sarah," he said. He stood up and walked up to her. Took her hand and kissed it. "Enchanté." "Nice to meet you." "I've heard a lot about you." Sarah's cheeks flushed. Cameron's charm was overwhelming.

He stood and watched as the older man open opened the door and greeted the woman. “Hello Sarah my dear.” he said loudly. He then hugged her but to Camron it looked odd, staged almost. Working in security his entire adult life made it easy for Camron to read people. The woman, Sarah, looked quite uncomfortable with the physical contact, she looked stiff and she pulled away quickly too.

It was still hot and there was still traffic, just like before. “Are you going straight to your company?” Sarah asked while looking at her iPad. “Yeah, I should have gone yesterday. I don’t want them to think I’m too VIP.” “Do they know that you and Mia Moda are the same person?” she said, Mia Moda is a famous designer in France and that’s Celeste’s screen name. “Well, it’s a surprise for them.” Sarah chuckled slightly because she was happy with her friend’s plan even though she was against it at first.