Turn Off The Camera Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I asked the man and then turned to Joan, who knitted her brow and stared at both of us. "How did I suddenly disappear from the seat, and why did the camera look like it snapped on and off?" I asked the guy, who pressed a few buttons on the system and turned to face me. "With what I am seeing here ma'am, this camera was turned off at exactly 3:45 pm and was turned back on at 5:45 pm dot, which is unlikely because our camera rarely goes off, but given how the time jumped, it is either the camera developed a fault at that time and was fixed at exactly 5 pm," the guy explained.

she exited the place. "Turn off the fucking camera now" he ordered and his men hurried to do so. Finally, the live video was over without Phoebe realising anything. She set off to get a taxi and the night came knocking.

he instructs and I comply, setting the camera timer to 10 seconds as I slide it through. "...9...8...7...6..., " I count under my breath. The guard looks at me strangely. Smiling, I give a little wave before I step back. "One." The phone explodes, sending out sparks in every direction. With a swift downward kick, I break the door handle, disabling the lock. The surprised guard doesn't expect me to come charging out at him, and even if he did, he can barely see after the flash on the camera incinerated in his vision.

Chapter 9 The glow of the red light burned into me long after I left the room. Even with the door shut tight behind me, I couldn’t erase the image from my mind. That tiny, unblinking eye, watching. Recording. Owning. ‎ ‎I pressed a hand against my chest, willing my heartbeat to steady, but it was useless. The more I tried to calm myself, the louder the thoughts became. ‎ ‎If there was one camera, there were more.

"The enemy of my enemy is still dangerous. But so are you. Don't forget that." I stare at the screen. Then I delete it. Roll over. Wrap my arms around Celeste. And sleep. End of Chapter 127

He typed slowly, almost lazily, then lifted the screen toward the camera— A message displayed in bold red letters: TELL ANDREW WE CAN REACH HER ANYTIME. My vision blurred with rage. The figure held another message up: BACK OFF OR LILY IS FIRST. My heart stopped. Then the man turned… looked directly into the camera… and smiled. I was already moving, barely aware of my feet hitting the ground as I sprinted toward the front door. I didn’t think. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t exist beyond the single roaring instinct tearing through my body:

Shuddering with the pain, she coughs, spitting out towards the drain. Beside me, Klempner snarls quietly. "I'll second that." His eyes flick to mine. "Let's get going." "Give me a second." I mouse into the 'Apps and Programs' section of the laptop settings. "What are you doing?" "Deleting the camera app. It'll blind them and if we're lucky, maybe they won't realise at first." As I watch the whirling Uninstall cursor, Klempner goes through cupboards and drawers, moving quickly.

The bartender gave me a once-over, his eyes lingering far too long on my chest before licking his lips. "Right away, my beautiful lady,” he grinned, clearly undressing me with his gaze. It took every ounce of willpower not to knock the smirk off his face. He passed me the shot, and I grabbed it, purposefully letting my fingers brush against his. His grin widened as he looked up at me. I blew him a playful kiss and turned to walk away, feeling his lustful gaze digging into my ass. As I approached Daniel, I discreetly switched on the nearly invisible camera embedded in my bra. A marvel of technology produced by Neuro Coup, it was the smallest camera ever created, and tonight it was my secret w

It clinked off the wall and fell uselessly to the floor. It was too light. Not enough. I snatched one of the oranges from the tray and threw it hard. It hit the frame with a dull thud, knocking the camera sideways just slightly not broken, but no longer pointed directly at me. I let out a shaky breath. “Screw you,” I whispered, flipping off the lens. It was a tiny, hollow victory, but it was mine. I returned to the food. The chili was still warm. So was the garlic bread. I ate in silence, slower this time, watching the crooked little lens. Waiting for a response.

He was monitoring Abigail in this one," she held the book out towards me, my hand shook as I took it from her. I growled, 'What is that book your holding." She held it tightly to her chest, "yours," she whispered. We stood looking at each other, my power coursing through my veins, wanting to destroy anything and everything it can, but the person that all this power wants to hurt is gone. We both took a few calming breathes. My eyes darted to where I saw the camera, "Momma, let's get out of here, we've found all that we need and all that is here." She nodded and headed to the steps and I followed behind her in silence once we were outside, I whispered to her, "there's a camera inside and t