Camila Books Novels & Stories

“Evelyn stopped her attack when she saw Ella was weak and Camilla broke away from mining and ran to Ella. She went down as she held Ella, the fields were designed with her blood, and her hands were torn away. “Ella, Ella, can you hear me,” Camilla said, shaking her. “Bury me, bury me back at the great waterfall with my mate, on the new moon, that was where I met my mate and I want it to be the place I rest forever with him,” She choked out as Camilla cried. “No, don't talk like that…”Camilla said and she realized that she had stopped breathing, she let out a scream, as she hugged Ella close.

"You’re a logistics clerk, Selah! A nobody! Once my family’s lawyers get through with this—" "Your family’s lawyers are currently reviewing bankruptcy filings, Camila," Selah interrupted smoothly. She walked forward with a slow, predatory grace, stopping just inches from where Camila sat. She leaned down, her dark eyes locking onto the heiress with a cold, devastating clarity that made Camila’s breath freeze in her throat.

“Okay, let’s do this.” “Wonderful,” Camilla said standing and waving her hand for Zephyra to follow her. Camilla led her down a hall and into a rather large room with no windows. Zephyra could feel the residual magic prickle across her skin. This must’ve been where she worked all her magic. There were a variety of lamps lighting the room, but all of them shone with muted light. To the left wall was an enormous bookcase filled with books of every shape, color, and size.

Rhea I had been in the library for two hours and I was finally getting somewhere with the paper that had been sitting unfinished on my laptop for three weeks. The library was quiet the way I needed it to be. Just the sound of pages turning and keyboards and the occasional whisper from the far tables. Then Camila sat down across from me. I looked up. “No.” “Good afternoon to you too.” “Camila.” I kept my voice low. “I’m working. Go away.”

Camila’s POV I heard a knock on the door. Hello who is there ? “Camila?” Her voice is soft, unsure, as if she’s not sure what to expect when she steps into this room. I don’t blame her because i haven’t been myself lately and I haven’t let anyone in. I force a smile, but it’s weak, It doesn’t reach my eyes. “Yeah, I’m here.” She sees right through me and she felt concerned about me, the fear, the love it’s all there, in the way she looks at me. She’s always been able to read me like an open book.

Lisa was born with so much promise … but fate gave her a shit path, and she died somewhere after her eleventh birthday. Camilla isn’t a real person, she’s a guise, a façade, a mask, and she is truly worthless. A body that’s been used by hundreds of men, a dirty vile hooker with no moral compass and no one who ever gave one shit about her. She fought to survive and hurt countless girls in the process; her death will not mean anything to anyone and therefore, I feel nothing about it happening.

She twirled around, giggling. "God knows what you guys have been doing behind my back." Camila muttered and proceed to her office. It was empty. Really empty. In just that space of time she went to meet Mr Dante, Evie had packed her things out. That silly coconut head of a girl. "What should i do, God? Not ready for this big thing that just landed in my hands like a piece of chicken." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ERIC

Camila’s pov My fiancé is having sex with my sister on our engagement night. The thought echoed through my mind, but it still didn't feel real. Just hours earlier, I had believed today would be the happiest day of my life. The day I, Camila Stones, the quiet, adopted daughter who never quite fit into the gilded frame of her own family, would finally secure her place and be engaged to Alex Laurent, the heir to Laurent Holdings.

“We need to talk, and we don’t have much time.” Nolan pulled out a chair for me, and I sat next to him. "They're hoping the books will tell us something new," he murmured. "Leslie told me a great deal about your condition, and I have spent two days with these books because of it," Camilla said, looking up from the current book she was reading. She tapped the nearest one. "But I want you to tell me everything, especially things that Leslie wouldn't know." "What do you mean?" I asked.

And the game—the deadly game for Noah’s soul—had only just begun Camilla: Camilla lingered just beyond the study door, the muffled voices of Iris and Callum floating through the heavy wood. She pressed her back to the wall, eyes narrowed, heart pounding. She pulled the worn folder from inside her coat—pages full of confidential files, encrypted messages, and faded photographs. The weight of secrets she carried was almost unbearable. They think I’m a traitor, she thought bitterly. But they don’t understand. I’m trying to protect them—from Wren and from himself.