Camila Books Novels & Stories

Camila vibrated and rubbed her hands down her body. Franklin POV Camila was gorgeous. She was 5'5 and thick in all the right places. Her light brown skin glowed in the sunlight, her glasses laminated her brown eyes, and she had some juicy lips, especially when she applied lip gloss. She was mesmerizing. Why did she have to be friends with that freak? I knew Camila was a pack wolf, but the scent surrounding Serenity made me gag. I guess that's why my dad sent me to this university to spy on her.

Her gaze halted when it landed on the blueprint book clutched in Anna’s hand. Anna felt Camilla’s stare instantly and, with a quick motion, shifted the blueprint book behind her back, hoping to hide it from view. “What is that in your hand?” Camilla asked. “It’s a book. It’s my book,” Anna replied quickly. “Your book?” Camilla repeated, her voice filled with doubt. “Yes, my book,” Anna said again, trying to keep her voice steady. “Let me see it,” Camilla demanded. Anna’s heart skipped a beat, panic tightening her chest. She could not, under any circumstance, let Camilla lay eyes on the blueprint book.

She couldn't bear the thought of Lucas siding with Clara, especially when she had been the one eavesdropping on their private conversation. With a heavy heart and tears threatening to spill from her eyes once again, Camilla pushed her chair back abruptly and stood up from the table. "You want to believe her?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. "After everything we've been through, you're just going to take her word over mine?"

Next day Xikoth had sent her a thick book on symbols with a note: [Read it and if you are not able to understand anything, Zaila will help you. And if even she can’t explain you, mark them down and I will let you know.] Amelia was ecstatic that there was at least a beginning. She could hope that he would let her work. She really needed to get occupied. She spent her time reading the book and understanding the symbols. The more she read, the more she felt she was near the folks of this place. She would sometimes make Zaila and other handmaidens her specimen and study the symbols. It was an interesting study. Although she didn’t know how it would help her in healing.

Amy whispered. “It looks… safe.” “Then let’s go in.” Panic flared. “No. Not tonight.” “It’s just a bookstore.” Amy tugged her hand with a grin. “Come on.” Reluctantly, Camellia let herself be pulled inside. The air smelled of paper, dust, and something soothing. Lamps glowed softly over worn shelves. “Wow,” Amy breathed. “It feels… peaceful.” Camellia barely heard her. Her eyes had locked on a book, its spine worn, its title faintly gold. She reached for it.

-he looked at her. Camila shook her head. -No, everything is fine. The girl gave her one last smile, walking away. Camila was able to let out the air she was holding in, as she felt a little nervous. Actually, everything that was happening had her like that. She turned around, searching with her eyes for some book that was the history of this town or the stories of missing people. She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles.

“Told me a woman named Camila would be at that supermarket around noon, that she needed a website for selling books.” I glanced at Camila. “Tell me again how Damon is a saint.”

The list went on. Admittedly, in the right company, it was an impressive record. “Crimes are what I do. You, on the other hand, are a—” “Do not say little girl.” Camila took a step toward me, bringing her close, too close. Laying her hands on my chest, she leaned closer, pushed up on her toes and brought her lips to mine. The hell? No, heaven.

That is why they have come as far as they are keeping watch over that lady, to try to convince the relatives that the book is so good that it deserves to be contracted by an incredibly famous publisher. Camila approaches with difficulty while her hands tremble, but it is not for little, because her life partner has left. The woman who gave her life, her friend because that was Helen to Camila, was her friend. She was always with her in every moment of her life, attentive accompanying her in each of her journeys, supporting her in each of her follies; she defended her from her brothers when they just wouldn't let her go somewhere on her own. So, she's just lost her one loyal friend.

Kamila scowled when Travis left her in the kitchen. She's slowly losing her patience. She sneaked out through the back and went to the forest. She brought her book and the doll she bought from a store yesterday. She will use this as a medium to communicate to Lleandro's soul. In the middle of the vast forest, surrounded by large trees, Kamila sat on the ground. She put the book down and uttered a quick orison to the creator of black magic, the evil wizard.