Romans & histoires The Fall Camus

"Ms. Wakefield, ambition works well for you. Honesty also counts. But let's have a glass of wine and talk about the finer points of this morally problematic plan. He walked up to a sparkling bar, where a crystal decanter awaited him, pointing to one of the low leather sofas. Isabelle sat down on the buttery leather as he poured two generous glasses of rich burgundy drink, uncomfortably conscious of how effortlessly he had taken control of his own turf. As he offered her the goblet, their fingers brushed lightly, sending goosebumps up her arm. Damien appeared to notice her shiver and his expression darkened with something other than mirth. "Are you getting cold feet already, my dear?" We have

“What happened? How did you hurt yourself?” A choked sound escaped Camille’s lips, a desperate attempt to speak, but no words formed. Her eyes were unfocused, rolling back slightly. “She fell,” I stated, my voice flat, almost emotionless, even as a flicker of panic, cold and calculating, tried to override the sudden nausea in my stomach. “Tripped.”

I lasted three months before I couldn't take it anymore. **He will destroy you. Not because he's evil. Because that's what he does. He takes and takes until there's nothing left.** **The other photographers before you? One had a nervous breakdown. One quit the industry entirely. One is in therapy trying to recover.** **Leave while you still can. The money isn't worth it.** **Trust me.** I stare at the email. My hands are shaking again. I should delete it. Should ignore it. Instead I read it three more times.

The Alpha chuckles “Jaz how about you come down and stop confusing your Mate” my bata and I look at one another then at my sister and we are all perplexed. I look at the Alpha “Alpha?” “Alpha Jax” “Alpha Jax, what doe you mean Mate??” the next this I know I smell apples and Carmel and a hit of chocolate, but I don’t know where the smell is coming from. Where is she… “Jaz please stop confusing the poor guy and let him see you.” I hear a giggle but the smell is getting stronger and I’m still standing in the same stop looking all around and I hear rose gigging and I hear them all laughing “what is so funny???” I’m asking while looking at the three of them and I end on rose and she points funny

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

Camelia's mind drifted back to what had happened to her every time she listened. Camelia bowed her head. Her body went limp, her mind drifting back to the events of that night, precisely when her body was thrown into the ravine. Felix tried to approach, but Elisa refused by raising her hand. Rumi, do you believe if I say that I am Camelia?" Elisa asked Rumi. The middle-aged woman shook her head. "No, I will not believe what you say." "My body may have been destroyed in the ravine. But I got a second chance to live." ****