Camellia Garden Doll Novels & Stories

There's the beautiful artificial fountain right at the middle of the garden. The place was so peaceful and perfect, a true definition of nature's beauty. We walked from one section to another until we arrived at the place the gardener was. He was smiling as he explained something to a girl. "...middlemist's red camellia is considered the rarest flower in the world. Mr Caden due to his love for flowery plants, struggled to get almost all types of rarest plants on earth, adding to his collections of others in this garden, and it's very special to him. Amongst all the flowers here, middlemist's red camellia and Jade vine were the most difficult to get. The chancellor was really happy when he wa

"Put it on, Camilla." Hearing that fake name out of his mouth always felt like a slap. It was a constant reminder that to the rest of the world, Elera didn't exist anymore. I was a ghost playing a part in a game I didn't understand. I took the dress into the adjoining bathroom, my hands trembling slightly as I slipped out of my oversized t-shirt and stepped into the expensive fabric. It fit perfectly, clinging to my curves and leaving my entire back exposed to the cool air. When I stepped back into the bedroom, Adrian was waiting. He held a small, black leather strap in his hand. Before I could ask what it was, he dropped to one knee in front of me.

Perfect, let’s see what I can get out of this. Camille excused herself from her new dance companion, an elderly man with a perverted smile and manoeuvred around the people and tables, subtly making her way out into the open space harbouring a wonderful rose garden. With cautious steps she walked along the pathway that led to a central fountain, where both Miranda and Davien were seated from close to each other. Hiding behind the bushes, she took her phone out of her bra and got her camera ready.

A place that hadn’t already been claimed by her past. A place they could begin in. Camellia reached for her tablet. “I can scout private estates. Something with a greenhouse or a long gravel path. No fountains. No tourists.” “No marble columns,” Sophie added. “No performance,” Camellia confirmed. They shared a look. A silent promise. The afternoon waned. Sketches bloomed across the table—nothing final, just impressions. A dress that moved like water. A color palette that faded like twilight. Music suggestions that drifted in like breeze: strings, jazz, something with low piano.

' 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

When she looks forward again, Cameron repeats his brother's proposal. _______________ Under the gaze of my magnificent father and this noble court, I would like to ask your hand in marriage. I promise you, Celine Coleman. Accepted? ______________ I promise you, Prince Cameron Crowther-his voice comes out strangely high and muffled, contrasting with his hard appearance. - Accepted. - With a triumphant smile, Celine returns to her seat and Cameron does the same. His smile, though, is as hard as armor, but the girl doesn't seem to notice. Out of nowhere, I feel a hand against my arm, and fingernails begin to scratch my skin. I struggle to hold back the urge to jump out of my chair. She doesn't

she purred, voice soft and sugary. Maya wobbled slightly, then caught herself. Right. So this was her. Camellia was stunning. Like, cover-of-a-magazine stunning. Camellia was a little taller than most. Her skin looked clear and smooth, natural without much makeup. Her figure was slim and sharp, and her dress fit perfectly—simple and tailored. Her nails were neat and painted a dark color. She wore black heels that clicked quietly as she walked. In one hand, she held a silver clutch.

The bright red camellias had bloomed beautifully with each and every flower resembling a miniature flame. Unfortunately, camellias withered as quickly as they bloomed, and many of them had fallen on the ground. Winson stood on his tiptoes and plucked a camellia. “Mama, give.” Jessica smiled, took the flower, and spun it around in her hand. She gave the boy a small pat. “Thank you, dear.” Winson smiled crookedly, and as if a lightbulb lit up in his head, he suddenly wanted the flower back. “Mama…” He tried to reach for the flower with his tiny hand, prompting Jessica to bend down.

Then , lady June smiled and welcomed me to their garden. Their garden was full of sunflowers , it's like a field in the villages with dragonflies surrounding it . Their mansion was surrounded by Boston ivy ( a shrub plant) . It's marvelous . I love this cool atmosphere. Then , I saw a angel , that's ORKHIS ANEMONE , the villainess, she has a long , shiny , silky Black hair with her purple eyes sparkles whenever She's excited . her pink lips are fluffy , if I were a male lead , I'll be her slave .

Camellia muttered. Inside the apartment, Amy was curled in bed. Camellia tapped her gently. “Amy… you okay?” “Yes… just tired,” Amy said quietly, almost guarded. “Here. Williams got us a gift. This one’s yours.” Reluctantly, Amy sat up. Her eyes widened. “Wait… is this an iPhone?” “Camellia, this is too much! Let me see yours.” Camellia handed her bag over. Inside, the same iPhone, a fancy journal, and the wooden bird.