Novel & Cerita Sarah Cameron Season 4

When Athena, a hybrid, meets Cameron, the billionaire Lycan King's son, in the parking lot of Silverwood Academy, an unlikely bond forms. But Athena has been trained to resist the mate bond at all costs, believing it will lead to her mate's death. Cameron's legacy depends on activating their bond and he's determined to win Athena over. Can they defy the goddess's warning and risk everything for love, or will their forbidden attraction seal their fate?

Lunaria woke up to a gruesome scene: her father-in-law lay murdered in cold blood. Shock turned to horror when her best friend, Sarah, accused her of the crime, fabricating evidence and testifying against her in court. Lunaria's mate, Alpha Nathan, condemned her to death by hanging, despite her desperate pleas of innocence. In prison, Lunaria discovered she was pregnant. She shared the news with Alpha Nathan, hoping it would change a thing between them and give her another chance. Instead, she caught him with Sarah, shattering her heart. Lunaria escaped, determined to disappear. When Alpha Nathan realised she was innocent, she was already gone. Years later, Alpha Nathan encountered Lunaria again, but this time, she was a powerful Lycan King heiress, flanked by a lover and son. His apology was met with indifference. "Who are you? Do I know you?" Lunaria asked, her words piercing Alpha Nathan's soul.

Brandon’s lips brushed against mine, his voice a low murmur. “Didn’t think you’d be on your knees for me so soon, sunflower.” I shoved him back, breath unsteady. “This isn’t a game.” But it was. With his father cutting him off and his half-brother poised to take everything, Cameron had no choice. Marrying Brandon the man he despised most—was the only way to secure his inheritance. Brandon was insufferable. Arrogant. And worst of all… he was enjoying every second of this. Cameron was straight. He hated him. Or was he?

My mother fell critically ill and was rushed to the hospital. Desperate, I knelt before my fiancé—the department's chief surgeon—and begged him to take charge of her operation. But outside the ICU, he was carefully tending to a scraped knee. Lucy Wendell's scraped knee, to be exact. Just as I was drowning in hopelessness, Cameron Mitchell—the hospital director and my childhood friend—pushed open the operating room doors and handed me a marriage proposal. "Marry me, and I'll personally perform your mother's surgery." With trembling hands, I signed my name, clinging to the last shred of hope that she could be saved. But she never made it through that stormy night. Cameron handled all the funeral arrangements himself, and our wedding proceeded as scheduled. Seven years later, in the hushed silence of the hospital archives, I overheard Cameron speaking with the deputy director. "Cameron, why did you transfer your mother-in-law's organ to Lucy's mother during that surgery? Weren't you afraid of getting caught?" "I owed Lucy," he replied. "If I hadn't hesitated back then, Lucy never would've chosen medical aid work in Africa… and her mother wouldn't have fallen ill from the grief."

My father suffered a heart attack and collapsed. Emergency treatment required the installation of a cardiac stent. I asked my husband to approve an expense of 10 thousand dollars for the surgery. Cameron Lister, the CEO, refused coldly, "The company and family accounts have been frozen recently because of a major project. Your father has medical insurance, so just use a cost-effective domestic stent for now." He was the sole administrator of all the bank cards in my family. His reply made me sorrowfully realize something. Even though I was a genius architectural designer with an annual income of 600 thousand dollars, I was still not worthy of choosing a better life-saving device for my own father. It was a Twitter post forwarded by a colleague, freshly and gleefully posted by the company intern Wendy. [Cameron is so nice. I just said I liked painting, and he gave me a million dollars to organize an art exhibition. I love him so much!] I looked at my father lying on an extra bed in the hospital corridor, groaning in pain, and then looked at the photo of them sweetly embracing each other. I finally understood that Cameron had perhaps never truly loved me. He had only treated me as a stepping stone for his soaring career, and as a tool for him to exploit without limits. 'If this is what you want, Cameron, then don't blame me for being ruthless,' I said inwardly.

The season has finally come, the season of the ritual of the moon, the only season the omegas are given the chance to scent their mate, the season that lightens their souls. Aqua is one of the omegas, she's been molested kicked, head, attacked, and rejected, but her only strength was the ritual of the moon, the ritual that will bring her mate to her, the only strength that kept her going is finding her mate, who will stand by her and love her. "I Alpha Zethro reject you Aqua as my mate, curse the mouth you use to spout out mate" However Aqua's little fantasy has once again been shattered above repair, her hope has been stepped on. In the seek for power Aqua agreed to be a sec slave to the strongest and most feared Alpha named Rudolfo "Will Alpha Rudolfo and Aqua be more than Alpha and slave?" "What happens when Alpha Zethro comes back to claim Aqua?"

After a divorce from her billionaire husband following the return of his first love, Lana is left heartbroken, and confused,but also determined to get her father’s company from the hands of Andre and his family. With no one and nothing to fall back to, Lana decides to move to a new city far from Andre and his family. But the new life is more challenging than she thought, especially as a new and single mother. But Lana is determined to make things work for her and for her children. In her pursuit of a better life Lana runs into Cameron - a former college friend and love interest. Meeting Lana again after years of being apart reignites lost feelings in Cameron and he vows to win her love in any way he can even if it means fighting her enemies with her and helping her recover what she had lost. Will Lana, with the help of Cameron, recover her father’s company and finally accept his feelings for her or will she realize the honesty of her ex-husband’s feelings and finally forgive him?

"You have a thing for kissing, don't you?" "Try starving for 3 years with your craving staring right at you. You would have this crude desire too" Romance is that one topic that triggers anxiety in Sarah Patel–A sweet and sexy realtor who had just landed a milestone in her life, a new house. Who could be better to guide her in the topic if it wasn't for her childhood best friend, Michelle Ricci– A hot Italian version of a psychiatrist. They have shared all the sweets and sours their 26 years of life have to offer. Mike's attachment to her has blossomed into something a little bit more tangible during his 3 years of overseas stay. Confessing his feelings to himself is one thing but confessing to her and earning her love in return is a whole other thing, especially with her insecurities in life, rooted deep by childhood abuse. To make matters worse, Suman Mehtra, a rich businessman barges into the picture; also after her hand in marriage. Things take the worse turn possible when Mike's moments of anger get his best and pulls Sarah down a hell path. Will he ever own her love to be cherished as his sweetheart–forever and after?

Tobias Ashford, the self made Billionaire, slept with Hazel Cameron, an unusual Stripper in a drunken night and now she was fixed on making him take responsibility for stealing her virginity.

"Don't you love this?" Isobel asked, undoing his pants. Cameron raised her up, pushing her ass on the table. He checked the bottom drawer and realised they were out of condoms. Completely mesmerised, he breath. "We can't do this. You don't want to get pregnant." She leaned closer to his body till her braless tits fell on his chest and her lips touched his ears. "I did something." She whispered. "Won't be giving birth for three months." She said. Cameron shifted back, taking his time to look in her eyes. He wanted to be sure she understood what she had done and was ready for it. Isobel smiled, need masqueraded her eyes. "Are you sure?" She nodded. Dipping her hand in his pants. She gasped as her hand fisted his, thick, hard dick. "I want this." "Good." Cameron said, taking his shirt off. "Because I'm going to fuck you." He roared and that instant, her dress ripped open. She enjoyed the sound of the tear. She enjoyed being vulnerable and naked in front of him. Her nipples hardened and his tongue enveloped it. "You're mine. And I'll make you remember that. Every. Damn. Time." "I know." She whispered, unable to think. Her hand roamed around his body till she felt his gun. Isobel gasped. Cameron held her little fingers, reading the look on her face. He stopped and pulled out without taking his eyes off her body. He spread her legs wide for him. She's so beautiful. That pussy is his. Cameron loaded the gun with a bullet and cocked it. Isobel flinched. The mouth of the gun grazed her pussy in ways she enjoyed. She moaned, biting her lips. He was fucking her with his gun. This is her dream come true.