Zoophobia Cameron Novels & Stories

Ariel muttered under her breath as she caught sight of the scars on her skin. Earlier, she was overjoyed with the fact that she was the only one at home and now that she set her eyes on Damien's picture, she felt a cold aura around her and that was when she knew that she might never heal from the trauma that was caused by Damien. Only the mere sight of his pictures caused shivers to run down her spine.

"Hmmm, who could it be?" "You know this trash isn't going to pick itself up…” Zeo said, deflecting. Suddenly, Camlo gasped again, and this time it took Zeo by surprise. Her hand went to her chest. “Oh my God, you have got to stop doing that.” “RAFAEL LAMINGTON?!” Camlo’s eyes were literally bugging out. She was afraid to deny it because Camlo knew her so well she'd be able to tell she was lying in a heartbeat.

Cameron rubbed his forehead and leaned against the dresser afterward. “Everybody keeps acting like something is wrong with me.” I stayed quiet. That sentence frightened me. Part of him understood what was happening. Part of him still felt the deterioration settling into him. Dominion worked strongest when the victim stopped trusting their own instincts. “You’ve been exhausted,” I said. “That’s all.” He looked unconvinced, though he let it go. Selene wanted a stronger frequency tonight. I did not pity Cameron. I was terrified of failing. We arrived at the courthouse through the private entrance beneath the building. Rumors of Cameron's affair with the surrogate spread across half the territor

he growled, gritting his teeth. Cameron chuckle turned into a full blown hysterical laugh “You're a wimp, following this cursed thing and now it has suddenly affected you. Your parents are Dead, and now…” before he could finish, Xanthea’s had suddenly grown out his claws and struck him in the face. At the impact, Cameron was thrown backwards, shattering everything at the table behind him. I, on the other hand, hated violence and covered my ears with my hands, my eyes slid shut in fear and squatted down.

"Even the most beautiful things can become tiresome to look at after a while. Besides, only lovestruck fools would be attracted to the same person's looks for a lifetime." "So, you've set your sights on another man. Is that why you want to leave me?" Cade asked. Cameron looked at the cigarette in his hand. The plumes of smoke had seeped into the bedding, triggering her mysophobia. "Why, of course." She then turned to leave. "You've stunk up the bed." She knew Cade was doing it on purpose. Compared to her rough upbringing that allowed her to sleep anywhere, the great Mr. Carter was practically a princess.

He couldn't keep this to himself, so he went in search of Xavier to tell him he'd found his mate when he saw him barking out orders. “Then hurry the fuck-up!" Xavier roared at Devon who scrambled off so fast, that Cameron thought he teleported. “Easy there, big guy. Athena will love everything, no matter how cheesy it may be," Cameron teased while calming down his alpha. He knew how hard his alpha was working to make everything right for his girl. “You think this is cheesy?" Xavier asked. Cameron had never seen him behave so nervous before. “No. I think it's sweet. And I kinda like seeing you pussy-whipped." Cameron chuckled and Xavier growled. “Sorry, man. But it's true."

It was obvious she couldn't see how dangerous the biker/artist/flirt was but Cameron felt he could see right through him. It was only a matter of time before he exposed the man for what he really was, a con artist and a liar. Cameron gripped the steering wheel a little too hard as he drove into the parking lot of the company. His father, Chase Axford, had expanded their hotel into other channels and Cameron was ready to make him proud.

The day had already broken and this time, Lucy had woken up early due to an anxious and scary nightmare. She dreamt of being killed by the Ceo she has never seen before. She sat in the bathtub with dark circles painted around her eyes. The miserable state of art by which her impression described was good enough to be called a crying chipmunk. "Torture, pure torture".She said before taking her phone and dialling for France.

Despite the fact that it gave Cameron the cold shoulder because it was a cold-blooded animal, it was not afraid of her since it had lived with her for a long time. Cameron opened up the cage and put it on the back of her hand. It sat on her hand firmly, with its head held high. She sat on the chair and fed it with some food. “Should I find a partner for you? You seem lonely. What kind of lizard do you like? I’ll go look for one for you tomorrow…” Even though the lizard couldn’t understand a single word Cameron said, she still talked about a lot of things. Cameron did not know that Waylon was standing behind her. He was leaning against a pillar and listening to her as she “brainwashed” the li

“That crab just challenged you.” He glared. “It looked like it wanted blood.” I crouched down. “Don’t worry, tiny crab soldier. He’s just scared of emotions.” Cameron threw a handful of sand at me. We wandered around for a bit, picking up shells, avoiding seaweed, and pretending not to be completely obsessed with each other. At some point, Cameron knelt down to examine a weird spiral shell, and I took a picture before he could notice. He looked up just in time to catch me.