Turn Off The Camera Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“I won’t let that happen.” Maria exhales shakily. “Then what do we do?” I push myself up, walking towards the corner of the room. My eyes find the small blinking light. The fucking camera. “First,” I say, “we turn off this thing. He’s not gonna get a recording of us doing shit.” Maria sits upright, watching me closely as I pull a chair over and climb onto it. My fingers find the power button, and with one press, the light vanishes. I step down, brushing my hands off. “Now,” I turn back to her, “do you by chance have anything that vibrates?”

Luca killed the engine, stepped out, and opened my door with practiced, expressionless efficiency. Showtime. I stepped onto the curb first, buttoned my jacket with one smooth motion, and extended my hand. JaneVera took it, her legs still unsteady. Cameras detonated the instant we appeared, shutters clicking rapidly, flashes washing over us in white-hot waves. I smiled slowly to the camera as I tucked her possessively against my side, fingers splayed low on her bare back, right over the gold chains that did nothing to hide my marks. Let the game begin.

I said and pointed at the CCTV camera. "It's not working." She said. I raised my left eyebrow at her, so she explained. “There’s no light. That means the camera is off. You will know those CTTV’s are open when there is a red light.” She says. I looked at the CCTV, and she was right. The camera is off. "Okay." I said. "It's okay now? Can we go out?” She asked with a laugh. I just nodded. "Oh wait!" I stopped. "Picture first!" I said and took her camera. I stopped for a moment to remember what happened earlier, but I ignored it and took a picture of Cyrille.

That meant that he probably trusted the security in the mansion so much that he didn't lock his office. Hunter nodded, satisfied. But there was still a problem. Even if Hunter could enter the office without needing to break in, if he attempted to get into the office, the guards surveying the cameras in the camera room would spot him right away. It was no good turning off the cameras because if he did, the team upstairs would turn it right back on. Unless he turned it off, quickly ran into the office, did what he had to do while the team turned it back on and then turn it off again and ran out of the office. Hunter needed to see how long it would take the team to turn the cameras back on afte

I pushed down any feelings the scene brought as I looked away deciding to focus on the food in front of me. - End Of Chapter 22: Know & Kisses -

Toward truth. Randy smiled then, but the smile had no patience left in it. “You always did like making yourself the victim.” Freeda looked at him for one long second. Then she reached across the table, not for his hand, not for his collar, not for anything messy enough to feed him. She tapped the back of his phone once with one finger. “Turn the camera off.” The sentence was so plain that it changed the whole room. The nurse by the coffee machine looked over fully now. The older man lowered the paper. Even the woman with the tea finally focused on their table instead of her spoon.

Jason’s camcorder. She saw it a split second after I did. We both froze. I got up, stumbling, grabbing it with shaking hands. It was recording. Still. Still recording. My fingers fumbled the buttons. I turned it off. Then we stared at each other, the gravity of what had just happened sinking in. “Did he…?” “I don’t know,” she whispered. “Maybe he was just filming something earlier. Maybe he forgot to turn it off.” “Or maybe he set it up.”

For a second, I couldn’t tell if it was fear or the leftover thrill crawling under my skin. Then it hit me. The camera. We forgot to turn off the damn hidden camera. Every breath froze. The red light, still blinking in the corner of that office, flashes in my mind like a

I moved into his space, my arm brushing against his as I reached for the device, and my breast pressed against his bicep through the thin netting. I felt him go rigid beneath the contact, and then he shifted, stepping back so quickly he almost stumbled. The space between us opened up again, and he held the camera out toward me like a barrier. I took it, keeping my face neutral, and quickly adjusted the settings. The familiar click of the dials gave me something to focus on other than the way my skin tingled where he had pulled away. “Okay,” I said, looking up at him. “When you press this button, it focuses. You have to hold it steady, like this.” I demonstrated, my fingers moving over the ca

In the ceiling vent, something metallic gleamed red, a hidden camera lens, blinking. Then a voice calm, deliberate, close enough to feel like breath against their skin whispered: “Lesson two starts with him.” Then click. Everything went dark.