A Camellia Romance Novels & Stories

Sweating and hugging each other relentlessly, Felix did it until Elisa almost passed out. Camelia had never had the fantasy of a hot romance like she had with Felix. Samuel only touched her when he wanted to, and Camelia was never asked whether she liked it or not when he did it roughly. But unlike Felix, every second or minute, Felix asked Elisa. Did he hurt her or not? Did she want him to stop their romance?

Elias leaned over a report, sleeves rolled, tie loosened not from chaos, but from precision fatigue. He only looked up when Camelle burst in like she owned the world. “I think I’m in love.” “Again?” She collapsed onto his couch with a dramatic sigh. “She’s like if winter was a person. She said seven sentences the entire afternoon and I want them all tattooed on my body.” “You’re not supposed to fall in love with my…” Elias paused, brow furrowing. “…person you’re vaguely and confusingly associated with.” Camelle gasped. “Oh my God. You like her.”

“Very expensive looking ones too.” I stood immediately and walked in. A bouquet the size of a small tree sat on the table. White lilies. Black roses woven through them. No card visible. My stomach dropped. Only one person I knew would send something dramatic enough to look like a funeral and a proposal at the same time. Zayden. I moved closer. Tucked between the flowers was a small black envelope. I opened it. For leaving without goodbye. I stared at the note. My mother leaned against the doorway behind me. “Ah. Rich man behavior.”

The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse. “C-Celine—” Adrian stammered, shoving Marielle off as though it made a difference. “How long?” My voice was a whisper, fragile and sharp all at once. “Wait, let me explain,” he begged, his hand reaching toward me. Marielle smirked faintly, her dress slipping from her shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t marry a man you can’t keep, sister.” The words sliced deeper than any blade. I laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “Explain? No. You already have.” My trembling fingers tugged off the engagement ring. The diamond that once blinded me now mocked me

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

Élliot asked, pointing at Moreau. " I'm in.." he said in a low voice, " Great, we'll move tonight, '' Delphine announced. They are going to raid Romanesque unannounced. .. .. .. The light of the moon shone in the town of Romanesque, it was like every other night, everyone had retired to their beds. Lamps were lit around, in one of the houses, two girls, one at the age of sixteen, the other eleven, were seen petting their new found toy, which they received from their mother as a gift.

Ana, will you be my girlfriend? With the romantic background music, a large bouquet of fiery red roses, jewelry that symbolized love, and a handsome and outstanding prince charming, the whole scene resembled that of a fairy tale. Diana's eyes turned slightly red as she looked at the man she had longed for, loved, and hated. At this moment, her heart softened, and she almost uttered a response. Just then, Cedric's phone emitted a buzzing vibration sound. This subtle sound snapped Diana out of her emotional trance. She bit her tongue abruptly, swallowing the unspoken words.

Tonight, I've learned two new things about Caelum: first, his lips felt like velvet; second, he might be the change this kingdom needs. – @ – "Will you go out on a date with me?" Caelum asked as I opened my bedroom door the next morning. He had a bouquet of dahlias in his hand and gave them to me. "I picked them myself," he said, proudly. I accepted the flowers, feeling the rush of blood on my cheeks. He brushed my face lightly and I blush even more. "That's one of my favorite parts about you," he said softly. "You blush so easily. It's adorable."