A Camellia Romance Novels & Stories

luckily both of them have now forgotten Snow flower and are also on good terms with each other. "Has Dances With Wolves made many preparations for the wedding?" Camellia asks me under the curtain of her long black hair. She bites a string in two with her sharp white teeth. Camellia is White Fire Sun's woman. White Fire sun is much older than her but loves her the same. He has seen about twenty-six summers whereas she has seen only seventeen.

Camellia was setting out dishes on the table with a smile. She was so focused on her task that she didn't hear the door open, and Aysel was able to sneak up behind her and give her a warm, surprising hug. Startled, Camellia almost dropped the tray she was holding. It didn't take long for her to realize it was Aysel, who often surprised her in this manner. A smile lit up Camellia’s face as she giggled, making her look more graceful and beautiful.

We were ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that our love would always guide us through the darkest of times. *** In the evening, Jonathan surprised me with a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden of his home. Soft music played in the background, creating an ambience of tranquillity and love. As we sat at the table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of fragrant roses, I admire the effort he had put into making this evening special. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on our faces. “You truly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Jonathan.” I praised him, a smile playing on my lips.

The next day, a colleague handed me two movie tickets. I was told that a new movie was released recently and that it was worth watching. “You and Camelia should go. It’s a sweet romance, perfect for you two!” The colleague winked at me, then turned back to their work. I thanked them and hesitated for a moment before deciding to call Camelia. The phone rang for a long time before the call was connected. “Waylon, what’s the matter?” Camelia’s gentle voice came through.

Standing beside the camellia and touching its flowers carefully. "What did he say? Why did he send us a camellia?" Rita asked her, she stood from the bed and walked towards Rita. Hoisting her dress as she moves towards the pot of camellia. Petting her head and with a small smile looked at the camellia as she remember what Colfre said in the letter. "He said that the night is cold and that we should stay warm, the place he had been staying is quite peaceful and he remembers us by these camellias thus he sends it to us." Morrigan brushed Rita's nose with her finger which makes Rita giggle and hugged Morrigan. Morrigan hugged the child back.

A handsome guy wearing black jeans and a white shirt with a brown cowboy hat and brown boots walks towards us. "Alpha, Beta.. Welcome to the ranch... We were expecting you ." He says his voice calm as he bows his head in respect. "Hello Raphael..... Does Camilla have everything ready?" Esmy asks. "Yes. She'll meet you in the house." He says.. We start walking towards the beautiful house and get on the cemented path with beautiful flowers on the sides,the flowers are mostly pink, red and yellow roses. A beautiful being yellow rose calls to me and I reach for it and pluck it, after a few steps I feel some pain on my finger, I hold it up to see drops of blood.

He had his hands in the pockets of his pants, and his eyes were locked on Camellia’s angry expression. “You know, you have a lovely color,” Hagen said, making Camellia’s cheeks flush even more, “and just observing you reminded me of the Camellia blossom that’s in my place, which I used to admire every morning from behind my room’s window as she grew up in the flaming red.” Camellia’s ears and skin all became reddened as she heard Hagen’s loud, obscene compliments, which even reached her cheeks. As she realized they were in the same room, she instinctively pulled the blanket over her head, attempting to cover her entire body.

It was still back at the penthouse, in that study, staring at a photograph that shouldn’t exist. She was considering slipping out early when a familiar voice cut through the soft murmur of conversation. “Leaving so soon?” Serena stiffened, her grip tightening on her clutch. She turned to find Camille leaning casually against the bar, her pale silk dress flowing like smoke, a glass of rosé in hand, and a smile curved sharp as a blade. “Not that it’s any of your business,” Serena said evenly, “but yes. I’ve done my rounds.” Camille tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over Serena like she was appraising a painting. “Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.”

The pouch spilled open. Inside was a white rose, fresh and beautiful with a red stem, along with stone fragments and a piece of the black ring fell out from the pouch. Suddenly flames erupted around the room. Masked figures dressed in red silk reappeared, forming a circle around them. "Well?" Vincent asked into the silence. Camela clutched the rose tightly. As she raised her head, her fiery eyes scanned each masked watcher. The rose in Camela’s hand wilted, its petals turned to ash. A sharp voice cut through the firelight:

Him opening the car door for me, me looking up at him, the moment candid and intimate and unmistakably us. Below the photo, one line of text. Careful who you trust, Camille. You have not even scratched the surface of what Rhys Callahan is hiding.