Camila Books Novels & Stories

If he can take me back then he would not have to fight the new challenges that Megan is throwing against him calling him weak and unacceptable and he can retain his power again. “How on earth do you know this?” asked Percival as both the men were looking at her in amazement. “A little birdie told me, just now,” said Camilla with a smile which could freeze someone’s heart downright because she looked absolutely unpredictable and terrifying. “Camilla you have been sitting here with me for the past one hour and no one has come to talk to you. What are you saying?” asked Percival and she said,” The birds who come and talk to me all day, well you cannot hear them. Your home is warded against the

and received only one sentence: “I can't disappoint Camy.” Camila. The same woman who stole everything from her: her biological parents, her name, her position... and now, the man she loved. Camila was “young and impulsive.” So did her mistakes deserve forgiveness? And who would forgive Helena? Who would pay for the future that had been stolen from her? For the nightmare she was living awake — pregnant by a man she didn't even know? The tears fell heavily. Helena covered her face, her body shaking in despair.

*** CAMILA I yawned getting down from the bed. Goodness, I have to prepare. I ordered for a fast food before going to the bathroom. I did my business and thankfully, my order came.After eating, I took my backpack before rushing out of the house. I boarded a cab to take me to school. As I sat in the cab, a memory played in my head, I brought out my phone instantly. Yeah.. someone called me, goodness I was so sleepy. I'd probably give the person a call later. I glanced around as the driver drove, I bet I'm going to be alone in school today, but why can't I remember what happened before Henry carried me huh? Now Ava and Anna left me. Goodness, if only I remembered, I'd tell them but either ways

the madame said. Camilla smiled, it seemed she had gotten her ally. The madame would be very useful to her, she thought to herself. "thank you, I will keep that in mind" she told the madame. "Now, I am sure you came in here for breakfast, come and have a seat, I will serve you breakfast" she told Camilla. "Thank you" Camilla said as she sat down and prepared to have her breakfast. ……….. Camilla was sitting on Dante's bed reading a book, she was bored out of her mind. She wished she could be anywhere but in this room.

That’s all that mattered right now. But as I got closer to the wing, something felt off. The air was too still, and there was a faint sound like pages rustling. I slowed my steps, my senses sharpening. The healer’s wing was supposed to be quiet, especially at this hour. No one was supposed to be in there except the healers and Zuleika. I crept closer, sticking to the shadows, and that’s when I saw her. Camilla. She was in the small library attached to the healer’s wing, her back to me, frantically flipping through books on the shelf. Her phone was pressed to her ear, and she was muttering something I couldn’t quite catch. My blood boiled. What the hell was she doing here?

But she didn’t. Camilla pulled out her phone and stretched it to him. It was her I*******m page. There was a picture of her lounging at the family swimming pool with a thick novel open on her lap. He swiped to see the next picture. It was the first book in the duchess series.

Camilla walked into their house with her mind still in a haze and her chest tight, as though the air itself refused to fill her lungs. She didn’t want to be here. This house was full of memories, reminding her of everything. Every wall, every corner screamed Leandro and what he had done. She had come here for her things. Grab them and leave. That was the plan. She didn’t want to see him. She didn’t want to see her life turned into a cage of reminders of what she had lost.

She had been doing well at moving forward. Camila knew that. That was exactly why she had sent this. Helena picked up her phone and called Cassidy. Cassidy picked up on the second ring. "Hey. What is wrong." "Why do you assume something is wrong," Helena said. "Because you have a voice and I know it," Cassidy said. "Talk." "Camila sent me a message," Helena said. Silence. "She sent me pictures," Helena continued. "Of her and Damian. Happy pictures. And then a message saying she was sorry for the pain that was caused and she wished me well."

Luke asked. “She doesn’t have a name. Alora didn’t name her because she’s evil.” Luke frowned. What could be more evil than Camila? She killed three people already. What is this personality of hers that could be more dangerous than killing people? “Camila killed people because it was necessary. She could only act if Alora’s in danger or if she let her do it. But the other one is not. She can kill whenever she wants. She has a thirst for blood. She was his demon.” She continued.

"You don't strike me as the running-away type." "I'm not," I admitted. "I just needed a night off." She studied me for a moment, then nodded. "I get it." It was… easy to talk to her. I was expecting small talk, the same flirtatious garbage, but Camila wasn't like other women I'd met. She was sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and had a way of calling my bullshit without batting an eye. We talked about everything—music, books, trivial little things like favorite childhood memories.