A Camellia Romance Novels & Stories

"You're stunning, Rajkumari." "But I don't want someone to love me for my beauty!" Ahankara snapped, taking her hands away fron Neharika's and turning away from her. "I don't want to be the Moon," she said softly. "And you're not," Neharika replied, turning her around. "You're a unique Rose, Rajkumari. The most beautiful one to ever exist." "And he's made of flames," Ahankara whispered, feeling a chill run down her spine. "He's gonna destroy me as soon as he touches me, Neharika."

I love you. Camille searched within herself for the anger and hurt she had felt previously and yet found none. She was wary. After all, this could be a trick but those words had unlocked something within her. She practically heard the lock click before her own walls opened and melted away. She couldn't explain it but it just felt right hearing Jag say those words to her even if she wasn't sure she could return the sentiment and if she ever would. "It's this Isis gene, pheromone bond thing talking." She finally said, scrambling to protect her heart.

' Camellia nodded, thinking to herself, I might not even need up to an hour to attain my designs on you, dear Lyncan king. Camellia quickly stripped. She was going to make good this opportunity, there might never be another. 'After seducing him, I shall take pictures of us naked and send it to Alexa so she can eat herself up with jealousy! ' she smiled. With only her lacy bra and panties on, she wrapped a robe round her and went into the room Hector was in. From the door, she could hear him on the phone. She got a tray and then glasses and a bottle of wine from the suite's built in bar. Hector was still on the phone. It must be the important meeting he kept talking of. He must have started h

She winked and watched the jaw dropped look on her face as she inspected the flowers. “For me? Who would send me flowers?” She searched for a label or note, but found none. Daniella looked more excited than her. “Not just any flower, Brynne. Someone’s sent you red camellias!” Brynne gave her a confused look. “What’s so special about them?” “Don’t you know what they symbolize?” Brynne shook her head. She only knew about roses. “Passion, desire!” gasped Daniella, watching her friend with amusement. “I’m sure your mysterious hook-up from last night might have sent it.”

He gestured for Camila to take a seat on a plush velvet chair, then disappeared momentarily, returning with a single long-stemmed rose, its petals a deep crimson. Kneeling before Camila, Ethan presented her with the rose, his voice filled with tenderness as he whispered, "For you, my love, a symbol of the blossoming passion between us." Camila's breath caught, overwhelmed by the sheer romance of the gesture. She accepted the rose with a gentle touch, her fingers brushing against Ethan's as a current of electricity coursed through both of them.

Her creation was perfect. Mara giggled when she saw a middlemist red camellia growing near a lake. It's been more than eight years since she last saw one of these flowers and up till now, she still can't help herself but feel mesmerized. "She used to love those flowers too, right?" Mara jumped in surprise when someone suddenly spoke behind her. She looked back and saw Lust and Gluttony looking at the flower she's holding. "Yeah, Adelaide did loved those flowers," Wrath chuckled and picked one. "I actually thought she'd name our daughter after this flower. Camellia."

Along with a whole new batch of work. The morning of autumn began with a joyous shout from Camille and Lily. They kicked a lady’s manners out and ran around the castle hall. Dozens of flowerpots filled the hall. The colors of roses, camellias, chrysanthemums, and orchids are accompanied by a letter. Everything goes with Camille and Lily. “Count Burks is here to offer a proposal to a young lady with hair as fine as a pink rose, Lady Lily.” Camille mimicked the letters in her hand. The bouquet itself was half a meter high, quite high compared to the others.

"What happened to your lips?" Camellia explained smoothly, "I touched up my lipstick and rubbed it too hard." Esmond's doubt was palpable. "Is that so?" Camellia bristled. "What else could it be? Your tone is like I'm a criminal." Esmond, taken aback by her defiance, mumbled an apology. "Is this concern? It sounds like an interrogation," Camellia retorted, grabbing her bag and leaving. At the door, Esmond caught up. "Cam, I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

“Find out now.” “Yes.” “The location too.” Ronal nodded. “Understood.” Calvin leaned back, but his hands clenched tightly. “A blind date…” he muttered cynically. “You move quickly, Camelia.” Evening approached night. Camelia walked out of a small boutique. She had changed into neater clothes, though still simple. Her phone suddenly rang. She opened her email. One message came in. Then another. Camelia stopped walking. “A rejection?” she murmured softly.

The storekeeper could not stop when it comes to introducing his plants. "Metasequoia and orchid are suitable for putting in ladies dresser. Dwarf champaca and scindapsus are ideal for putting in the gentleman's study. I also want to introduce this flower to you, which we have newly develop. It is called romance blue. This flower is spectacular, and it blooms into the shape of a heart. We sell them in a set of two. One is red the other is blue. It symbolize the love between two people. It is most suitable for newly married couple like you.