Camila Books Novels & Stories

he slammed the bed and sprang up to his feet, Camila drifted back until she hit a hard figure behind her, "I won't go down without a fight," "Oh really?" Antonio asked laughing softly, "You're still going to fight me before you finally go down?" Camila swallowed hard, "Amora has no right to be happy alone! She can't want her own happiness even if anyone has to be sad!" "And what has her happiness or sadness got to do with you?" Camila's phone chimed repeatedly, she looked down and read the message quickly before smiling out, "I told you, I will never go down without a fight," she said while Antonio stared at her with weird eyes, "Amora has been kidnapped,"

His presence was strangely comforting, as if confirming this wasn’t an isolated nightmare—but something real that others had witnessed too. She sat in front of me without taking out a notebook or pen, without turning on a recorder, and spoke in a calm, low voice—the cadence adults use when trying not to frighten someone who is already broken. “Camila, we know you’ve been through a lot, and the first thing I need to tell you is that you are very brave,” she said, adjusting slightly in her chair, keeping her hands visible and open, as if even her body wanted to convey that she wasn’t a threat.

Camila spent most of her afternoons at the estate now, curled on the study sofa surrounded by paperwork, slowly becoming a fixture in the household rather than a stranger passing through it. Mia found herself growing genuinely fond of her, watching the careful way Camila held her new baby sister, the tentative questions she asked about Vincent's past, piecing together a father she was only just beginning to know. "Can I ask you something?" Camila said one afternoon, watching Mia nurse the baby in the sunlit nursery. "Does it bother you? All of this. Me, suddenly here, complicating everything."

Camila and Levi still refused to meet their grandparents despite the constant invitation of Cameron’s parents. We hop out of the SUV parked beside the Ass-ton Martin. I remember suddenly how I laughed at Xandry who’s driving a Camry. “Is this your home, Cam?” Liv asks, adoring the three-story Victorian mansion in front of us. “Our home, mom,” Camila answers with a radiant glow in her eyes. “Do you like it?” “O-our home?” Liv blinks her teary eyes, gripping Cam’s hands. “Yes, my home with you and Levi.” She smiles at her.

Camila just stared, expression unreadable, lips pressed into a thin line. “Enough!” Camila’s voice finally broke through the chaos. She stepped forward and yanked Yolanda away. “For God’s sake, look at yourselves. You’re pathetic.” Yolanda turned, panting. “Pathetic? She slept with my brother!” “And you’ve acted like you’re royalty ever since your empire grew!” Camila snapped. “Don’t stand there pretending you’re any better, Yolanda. You treat everyone like they’re beneath you. You’ve done it for years!”

She flipped open her sketchbook and handed it to me. On the paper was a person. The lines were crooked: the head was a not-quite-round circle, the body a rectangle, and the arms two simple lines. But in this person’s hand was another person — tiny, tiny… so small it was just a blob of color, with no discernible features. “That’s you,” Camila said, pointing to the larger figure. “And what about this tiny one?” “That’s me.” She hugged the sketchbook to her chest and looked up at me. “Because, you’ve always been waiting for me, and I’ve always been in your hands."

I raised a brow a bit when I saw that Barbara seemed to be pointing the three of us—Abigail, Rain, and me to Camila, and she seemed proud to introduce us one by one to her. Camila and I locked gazes together. She was really something. There were things in her eyes I couldn't explain, but I found myself wondering about… Rain drew his face nearer to me to say something in a low voice without breaking his eyes on the people from the table we had been looking at all this time. "Barbara's introducing us to her, isn't she? What do you think?" I simply nodded to agree without looking at him and without breaking eyes on Camila. "Yeah. I think so, too."

-Don't worry, Soraia, besides me, Camila will be the only witness to what's going to happen here," assured Sheila as she poured a glass of light liquid and then some dark liquid into the tub without looking at her. -Are you ready? - She asked looking at Soraia and then at Camila and they both nodded. -Come closer, Soraia -and so she did -Camila is a pure blood wolf, that means she has never tasted human blood -Soraia looked at her wondering 'how', but didn't dare ask her out loud. -To start the baptism, you'll have to take some of Camila's blood. Soraia's eyes widened, but she nodded.

"I started Camilla's new one but it's, hmm, I don't know. I'm just not feeling it." "Ah, shoot. Really? I'm so bummed. Her last one was the same. I loved her writing but something feels so off lately." "Right. Everything up until the last few I've devoured." Camilla Hope is one of my favorite authors. Her words are incredible, out of this world. Her books used to wow me but lately they've just, underwhelmed me. It's sad but it won't stop me from continuing to read her. "I'm hoping it's just a stage and she'll get her groove back."

All I could do was nod, before he left with Mika. While this was going on, there was another person who was struggling. Being on the run for so long causes the mind to play games with itself. Camila Camila remembered the day like it was yesterday. The day she snapped, after being deprived of a family because of Nadia. She was hurt, and full of rage. Maybe she wouldn’t be in a position where she gave her virginity up to someone who didn’t deserve it. Yet she was trying to feel something again. She wanted someone to pay attention to her. She would sneak out every other night to go to a party, with other teenagers who could give a damn about her. It would leave her pregnant and alone. Her paren