Camila Alvarez Novels & Stories

Sam Style Ramos is an introvert person that captivated the heart of his ultimate avid fan. Sam’s grandmother is gravely ill , devoting himself and all of his effort to make her live longer even at the midst of Covid-19. By the help of the CAM application CEO, it opens a new opportunity for him. Mike as an avid fan helps Sam from his hardship and suicidal thoughts. The application makes sure Sam is the hottest streamer. By that time, he learned to strip off and entered the gay life which Mike Aquino Bautista tremendously waiting for. Thus, the application and heartbreak that damaged his entire life, will it give way for his heart to accept Mike without any hesitations?

Mama Cortez sat at the head, and beside her was a new face. He looked exactly like Rafael, but younger. Where Rafael had that sharp, dangerous charm, this guy looked sweeter and innocent. He couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty. He grinned when he saw me. “Hi! I’m Javier.” “Camila,” I said. “Your hair’s so beautiful. The color’s like autumn.” Warmth rose in my cheeks. “Thank you.” Lucien cleared his throat beside me. “Hey, bro,” Javier added, smirking.

Tell me,” I demanded. “Listen, Ava, I'm your wolf, your other half. I will never hurt or mislead you. I'm angry, and I promise myself anytime I have the chance to talk to you will be the day I am going to reject them. I'm going to put that bastard of mates in their place. How dare they repudiate you when they first meet you as a human? They must have believed you didn't deserve them. I can feel your sadness when they reject you. I can feel everything you are feeling. Your sadness and your happiness. I am Camilla, the legendary war goddess. “I'm one of a kind,” she announced.

Jag finally asked. “Twenty minutes.” Camille replied confidently as she pulled away and looked up at Jag with an excited smile. “I don’t have much here...or anywhere actually.” Camille had come to New York with very little. Sure, Charlotte had helped her out but pretty much everything has been lost on the bombing and so anything Camille did have was donated. Even the crappy phone she currently had was given to her by Kal so she at least had something to allow her to stay in contact with Sid but she couldn’t access any internet services. So, when she said she only needed 20 minutes, she wasn’t exaggerating. Currently, Camille’s life fit into one bag.

“Your parents—Hazel and Jonathan—were just newly weds then. Easy and slow, they regularly stroll the outskirts of Dela Paz. To the grass plains and the river, to the bridge that marks the borderline of Dela Paz and Malaban, they would always go there and hang around. One day, from their usual walk, they brought home an infant. It was one of the rare instances that Hazel was extremely happy. She went to me and said she would be the mom of the child. At first, I disagreed. I said we should look for the child’s biological mother. But then they said they found the infant near the river bank. They insisted no one would look for the child. So I compromised.” Caroline shed a tear with the memory of

Immediately her heart started beating so hard. She doesn’t like the rich women especially the one who felt that she was about to snatch her husband or fiancée, she could never put a name to what Alan was for the woman. “Hello, how may I assist you?” Camila asked. “Camila, I found out that you are just a designer. “She said disgustedly.” I have a job for you and I will pay good money” she said. Camila didn’t have a good feeling about all this. She never liked the way Mia looked at her last time and she definitely knew that she was up to no good. Especially when she listened to her voice, she wasn’t genuine.

Her name suits her truly. I nudged Jupiter beside me who’s already on the verge of falling asleep. His head kept falling on my shoulder. Good thing we aren’t seated near the priest or that’ll be embarrassing! After the mass, the Alonzos invited us to their home for a mini feast. It is also a celebration for the successful partnership with them. I met the girl Jupiter was telling me about and she’s so bubbly and friendly! Apparently, Camila is Javier Alonzo’s eldest grand daughter from his lawyer son.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

my heart refused to accept a betrayal like that. Lorenzo couldn’t be doing this to me. He couldn’t. My wolf let out a broken howl inside me, and the pain made me shake from head to toe. Then, through the murmurs on the video, the sound of a wheelchair rolling closer cut through everything. Someone moved a pale blonde woman into place beside him. «I know you’re all shocked, but it’s me, Alina Greco, and I’m ready to stand by my Alpha the way I did before,» she said in a low but steady voice, taking Lorenzo’s hand where it rested on the armrest.

When the helicopter landed on our helipad, we were all safely away, outside the fences that isolated the area from pups. Angel wasn't the first figure we saw. A tall, upright pup, giving off a powerful alpha aura, stepped out of the helicopter and looked around until he saw us. He just stood there like he was protecting someone. Afterward, the pilot came out, carrying with him some bags. Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter.