Turn Off The Camera Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

6. The video on the camera’s viewfinder dissolved into snowy static. Remembering how it had looped before I picked it up, I frantically searched for its power button. Found it and switched it off before the person in the video could again start whispering excitedly about something changing his life.

The cameras had been disabled, and I had no idea who could have done it. One of the officers approached me, looking puzzled. "Sir, can you tell me if your CCTV cameras are always turned off?" he asked. I shook my head, feeling a sense of unease. "No, they're not," I said. "I don't know what's going on." The officer nodded, making a note on his pad. "We'll check the footage anyway," he said. "Maybe we can find something suspicious." As the officer checked the CCTV monitor, I watched in horror as the footage revealed a shocking truth. The camera had been turned off, but not before it had captured some disturbing images.

"Sit down, shut up; I'll get to you two later. First, the Beta and I have things to talk about." As I make my way further into the room, the camera in the corner follows my movements reminding me it's there. Looking around the tiny space, I can't deny the serious need for an upgrade; crossing the small space with two long strides, my hand reaches up to rip the security camera from the wall as exposed wires spark momentarily. Throwing it at the wall, I watch as it shatters into a million pieces.

Back to the main business at hand, the camera was still turned on but the population has decreased compared to when I entered. "We need to talk Racheal" I had the intention to turn off the camera, but with Kelvin still on, I decided to leave it on. The moment the notification popped up indicating he had left, I turned it off immediately. "Do you realize what you've just done, Mr Noah Gordon?"

--- Memories --- Silence. --- Aren carefully opened the first page. --- And froze. --- For a photo was pasted there. --- A picture of them. --- Of everyone. --- In the clearing. --- The day the door was closed. --- No one had taken that photo. --- No one. --- Beneath it was a handwritten line. --- Handwriting Aren recognized immediately. --- Unsteady. --- A bit crooked. --- But unmistakable. --- > Chapter 1 --- Slowly, he turned the page.

Marcus lowered the smoking gun. His face was devoid of any expression. "Some secrets..." He said coldly. "...should stay buried." **End of Chapter 13**

* I had to take my eyes off the camera for a moment right there, reaching up with a trembling hand to wipe the heavy tears streaming down my face before I could keep recording. Before I could force myself to say another word, the bedroom door flew open with a deafening bang, and Madam Veronica strode in, her face twisted in rage as she pointed straight at my phone and hissed, "Who are you talking to? Shut that camera off right now, or you'll wish you never crossed the sea!" .

The photographer makes suggestions that I can’t hear because my attention is still focused on Kell. He waves and winks at me as if noticing my attention. But I refuse to let him see my consternation and pretend to ignore him. I’m so engrossed by his presence that I don’t notice when the photography assistant steps in front of me with a mirror in her hand and aims it in my direction. She says something, but all I can see are her lips moving before a vision is begins to overtake me. I blink my eyes and try to look away to stave off the vision, but it’s no use. It’s too late. My body freezes, and the world begins to fade until I’m sucked into my own personal hell. There’s nothing that I can do

But as soon as he turned around, his eyes turned dark as he smiled wickedly, "Let the game begin Xavier Knights" ~~~❤~~~ End of seventh chapter. Thankyou guys. If you like my story please vote for my story to show your appreciation.💞

“You give me everything I ask for, and on the eighth morning you drive away free and clear. House in your name. Debt erased. Life goes on.” My mouth went dry. “And if I say no to something?” His smile was slow, sharp, beautiful in the most terrifying way. “Then you leave tonight. The debt comes back. The men come back. And I wash my hands of you forever.” He let that settle, let the silence stretch until I could hear the fire crackling and my own pulse roaring. I found my voice somehow. “Why the camera?” He glanced down at it like he’d forgotten it was there, then lifted it slightly, thumb brushing the lens. His eyes came back to mine, darker now, hungry.