Camila Books Novels & Stories

“She’s here on his behalf. And she’s a total pretending bitch.” Val raised a brow. “Don’t be fooled by her cute face,” Camila went on, swirling the champagne in her glass. “She’s got the whole sweet, innocent thing down perfectly. But trust me—she belongs in hell.” Val tilted her head slightly, intrigued despite herself. “How so?”

“I know you’ve been talking to Elias.” “I talk to many people. Especially ghosts.” “Why help him?” “Because he offers something you never could. Chaos. And I do love a little chaos.” Camilla’s voice hardened. “Tell him I’m not scared.” Celine laughed. “Oh, Camilla. You’re not supposed to be scared. You’re supposed to break.” She hung up. Camilla slammed the phone down and leaned back, heart pounding. So that was it. Elias had recruited one of the most dangerous players in the game.

Camila added. She went back to her room and brought out her cellphone to call Amelia. "Did she mean to ignore my calls?. What am I even doing?.... She should forget it!". Camila was really pissed off for being totally ignored by Amelia. She called Amelia, and was sure that the phone was ringing, but Amelia didn't answer her calls. "Where the hell would she be?. And why do I feel guilty?. She should be the one to be feeling like this instead for her picking sides…. Hmph!". Camila laid on her bed again.

she repeated, and for the first time all day, something in her voice sounded almost hopeful, almost able to imagine a version of the near future that wasn't entirely defined by fighting for what should have already, obviously, been hers. We sat out there a long while longer, the conversation drifting toward lighter things "Tell me something good," Camila said eventually, tucking her feet up beneath her, angling toward me on the outdoor sofa. "Something that has nothing to do with any of this. I need a few minutes of just being a person, not a woman fighting a custody war."

“You know we’ve got to do this fast. I’m not doing this with you because I want you back in my life; I’m doing this because it needs to be done.” “That’s a risky statement. Withdrawing my support would get you into trouble. I wouldn’t let that happen anyway. But count yourself lucky,” she said as she grabbed a book and pulled it out from the many books atop the shelf. “I think this one contains a lot of information about Cassian and Camilla. It’s newly published. We need a lot of secrets to get them down from the seat of power,” she said, tossing the book to me. I grabbed it and quickly glanced through the pages.

Camilla's gaze narrowed subtly as she absorbed her mother's words, her fingers unconsciously tightening their grip around the phone. Resting against the kitchen counter, she exhibited a blend of frustration and contemplation, emotions playing across her features. "Mamma," she began, her voice tinged with a trace of exasperation, "it's not about proving anything to Alexander or anyone else. It's about my own desires, and what I truly want is to marry Edward." A deep sigh resonated through the line as Alessia began to speak again, her voice softer, yet composed and steady. "Do you have feelings for him?" she inquired, a note of curiosity threading through her words. Camilla's brow furrowed at

the Lieutenant said cautiously, clearly referring to Arya and Camila. "And why is that?" I asked, my tone sharp as I pressed him for answers. "The Belvarians and the Kavistanians..." he started to explain, but I cut him off, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. "Camila has no ties to her homeland; she was born in this country. She is disconnected from anything Belvarian. The only thing Belvarian about her is her bloodline. She has no connections to the outside world," I said firmly. "As for the Kavistani, I’ve already instructed her to return to her country. I plan to wash my hands of the matter and hand her over to the authorities."

Just like HIS. Ximena blinked, reading the line over and over. The baby Camila wrote about… The girl with blonde hair… Could it be her? Was she the child Camila had seen? Or was there another? Her fingers trembled as she turned the page. *If something happens to me, it won’t be an accident. He’ll call it that. But it won’t be. Protect her, if you ever find this.* Ximena sat back, the puzzle pieces clicking together.

She slides her thumb up to my lower lip, pressing down gently. ​“Look at you,” she whispers. “You’re like an unopened book, Camila. You think you’re predictable; you think you’re that sweet girl waiting for the love of an ordinary man. But beneath that blouse buttoned up to your throat, there is a hunger no man would ever know how to satisfy.”

Camilla and her children returned to the cottage where they lodged, When Camilla was coming from the mall, she bought snacks and beverages and they were fed with it In the cottage, Camilla couldn't sleep In the night, she was In a deep thought, and she said to herself, “this city Is not far from the orphanage home, and Is not far from Mafia farms and the baby factory, If I stay In this city, It's very easy for me and my enemies to come across each other, and they might kill me and take my children away, or they spares my life but forcefully take my children away from me, no, this city Is not safe me and my kids,