A Camellia Romance Novels & Stories

There is nothing more maddening than to be desired carefully when you are desperate to be ruined. —A Lover’s Journal, 19th c. CAMELLIA Was it too soon to be this happy? “This is Camellia. She carries my child. She is my mate, and soon to be your Luna. You will honor her. You will tend to her. You will defend her as if she were the Moon herself coming down among us. That is not a request. Fail me, and I will show you just how quietly and completely I can destroy a life.”

Camellia never used perfume, so it was obvious who the scent belonged to. "What are you thinking, baby?" Andres teased while tapping her nose affectionately. Camellia's sharp eyes caught a faint red lipstick stain on his finger. On the second day of their marriage, Andres had secretly tattooed a camellia on his ring finger. He had told her that the ring finger had a blood vessel that led directly to the heart. This was a symbol of their shared bond and how she would always be connected to his heart, but that spot now bore a mark that did not belong to her.

She joked. I laughed, more freely this time. “You are probably right about that.” Sameera’s voice piped up again in my mind, “Ask her if there is a flower that represents *dealing with impossible men.* You might need a whole garden of those.” Aveline’s eyes sparkled as her eyes fell on a red bloom. “And this one,” she continued, picking one of them. “This is a red camellia. It means *you are a flame in my heart.* You should give one to Xavier and watch him squirm.”

"My goodness! She has obviously got jokes! Okay fine, you got me. Goodbye now sweetheart." Belle smiled at him. "Bye Ronnie" She said before hanging up the video call. She was blushing pink. She couldn't help herself. She had almost given up hope of ever getting in touch with Ronnie ever again and he finally reached out to her. It was absolutely divine timing and heartwarming. “Finally!, She said as she ravaged through the box Ronnie had sent her to see what was inside. “A really nice and romantic gesture indeed”. She said.

Camellia mischievously winked, asserting her dominance. "You have to admit, you fell for his face, right?" "What's wrong with that? We are creatures of desire." Camellia smirked, her eyes turning cold and revealing a hint of ruthlessness. "I am attracted to his face. If he doesn't serve me or gets in my way, I'll kill him without mercy." "Really ruthless!" "It's necessary," Camellia chuckled, then looked through the binoculars again. "He looks good with those colored contact lenses. I love his purple eyes. Almost mesmerizing me completely."

"I've been spending my days thinking about you and when we'll dance at balls again. Your letters bring me great joy and uniquely warm my heart, making my lonely days brighter. I know that a battlefield is a cruel place, and I wonder when it will finally end so that we can finally be together. Why did this war have to happen and separate us for so long? I've been spending my days in my room, just thinking about how far you are from me and what I could do to make this suffering finally come to an end. I look forward to the day when you return, until then I will keep these feelings in my heart and pray that Eonora continues to protect you and your troops in battle and that this war ends as soon

On her finger, besides the blood, and the scent of roses, there was a faint smell of ink and a subtle fragrance of paper. Caesar's teeth grazed her skin, and he could bite through her. Lola muttered, "Although I don't have the money to buy you a gift right now, these roses were stolen by me personally..." Her voice still carried traces of her recent crying but had a more cheerful tone. Her mood seemed to lift easily, and Caesar didn't know why she was so happy every day, maintaining such vitality for the most trivial things. Caesar released his teeth and stopped the bleeding for her. He said, "You're the first one I've seen who can be so confident about stealing." He paused and added, "These

Roderick said. “Okay.” “Camille…” He added before she could hang up. “Yes?” She asked, her heart skipping slightly. “I… love you, Camille.” He said quietly, his voice thick with sincerity. The line went dead. Camille slowly lowered the phone, her heart beating fast against her ribs. She picked up the bouquet and brought it to her nose, inhaling the fresh, sweet scent. The roses were beautiful and clearly very expensive. For the first time in years, she felt something shift inside her chest. This wasn’t the cold, possessive Roderick she had known. This felt… real.

Camellia came out of her seat; she was tired of arranging flowers, and as she stood up, she saw a beautiful woman who seemed to be pregnant. "What flowers are you looking for, dear?" Camellia tried to greet the beautiful woman. "Black roses," Tessa said with some hesitation. Camellia was silent. No one had been looking for that flower all this time; only one person was always looking for black roses, namely Sophia. The woman Peter loved his son, and Peter was the first to ask Camellia to plant the very first black rose. Camellia had refused for reason that the black flower did not make many people interested in buying it, but, finally, Peter himself planted it and took care of it.

Her eyes widened and her heartbeat fastened once she saw a bouquet of white Camellia in his hands. A BOUQUET OF CAMELLIA. He brought it for her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She put her hand on her chest to calm her heartbeat. Why was her heart beating so fast? He remembered her liking Camellia. She was truly touched by his act. She raised her hand to wave at him. "I---." Her voice died midway when she saw fatty blocking Igneel's way with his gang. Her jaw clenched in anger when the fatty pushed Igneel by his shoulder. "Damn you, Fatso." She cursed.