Camila Books Novels & Stories

I mean, how hard could it be to kill The Reaper? I nodded “Alright papi” **************** Upstairs, I stepped into Camilla's room. It was like a princess paradise, the floral wallpapers, the armchair sitting in the corner, the books stacked accordingly on the massive bookshelf, the fancy wardrobe, the massive bed, she really was living the luxury life. As I glanced around, something caught my eyes. It was a diary— Camilla's diary. It was tucked into the corner of her wardrobe. I pulled it out and started flipping through the pages, my heart sank as I read the words

With infiltration. Camila could have the name, the title, the house. But I... I had the most important piece in the game. The one that no one sees coming. And she was already on the board.Every war needs a good spy. Mine was already on her way. Isis was exactly what I needed: young, educated, big eyes, sweet voice. The kind of girl everyone mistakes for naive. Even Camila. Especially Camila. I met her two nights earlier at a coffee shop near the hospital. She arrived on time, hair tied back, neutral clothes, hands on her lap like a mannequin. But one look from me was enough for her to straighten her spine and lower her head.

The weight of the secret became a crushing physical force the day Giovanni introduced her to Camila, his Twenty one year old daughter. Camila was a young she-wolf, with the same obsidian hair as her father and eyes that held a wisdom far beyond her years. When Anya stepped into the royal garden, the girl froze. She didn't growl; she didn't bark. She simply stared at Anya’s chest. “Camila, this is Anya,” Giovanni said, his voice softening with a rare, fatherly warmth.

Truthfully, Camila didn’t feel like there was much point in studying anymore. She had already missed too much review time. There was no way she could catch up with the pace of the class, and she no longer believed she had any real chance of getting into the college she once dreamed about. But as her eyes fell on the textbook Liam had placed between them, the surname Flores made it impossible not to think of Asher. The thought of him made her irritation rise again. Even so, almost against her will, her eyes stayed on the page. The fact that she was listening to class at all because of something Asher had said made her even more annoyed. She frowned through the lesson, her expression dark and

She will never measure to her standards. “Darling, let her go besides she isn’t worth your time. “ “What the hell are you talking about?” Samuel asked. “Darling you see, Camila is not all that innocent. She sold her body once for money and that is why she is a single mother. She doesn’t even know who she slept with and I am sure that she has continued sleeping with other men. I am not lying to you because I am sure that by now you know that she is my sister. I know her very well, so be very careful.”

“I’ll be in the kitchen. She doesn’t know who you are yet—but I’ll let her come talk to you. You say nothing about being her father. Not until her mother decides.” Damien nodded, humbled. “Thank you.” A few moments passed, and then— Camila appeared. She peeked around the corner first, cautious but curious. “Hi,” she said. Damien smiled, gently. “Hi there.” She stepped in slowly, her little sketchpad tucked under one arm. “Are you a friend of Abuela?” “In a way,” Damien said, his voice soft. “I wanted to meet the girl who drew that amazing picture.” Her eyes lit up, just a little. “The dragon one?”

"Phew! He is not here, otherwise I would have been busted. I do not know why grandpa called me urgently but you can tell me something, I guess." Mrs Benz was rattling the clothes in the cupboard. She was a slender and short lady, after some moments she was completely inside the cupboard in an unsuccessful attempt to find something. Camilla was checking around the room as her gaze landed on the newly published novel of Sweetdreamer33, when she picked it up there was another one beneath, of her favourite author, CaitSarai. Her face was red now as she could not breathe, you know how crazy fan readers are. She picked both the books and there was again another on, 'Untouched' by Salacious.

Under everyone’s gaze, Alice begins her storytelling, “We are shopping in a town when we discover that Smith had bought many explosives privately. To protect ourselves, we went to Camila’s house to buy guns. Later, we found that Camila was a Night Eagle member and one of its leaders. She was accidentally infected with an epidemic last month, and was abroad by the organization.” Alice took a portion bottle from her pocket and said, “Patrick and I healed her with the medicine we developed. In return Camila helped us find out why Smith purchased explosive. As we dug deeper and deeper, we found that the Smith was attempting to destroy the rescue team station. After Camila had him arrested, she d

Cole made sure her secret and everything about her surgery was under wraps. With newfound confidence, Camila ripped Emily's hands off her and flung them away. Emily gasped, caught off guard, but before she could react, Camila interrupted. "You are right about one thing, though." She smirked. "I have pretty names, but I decided the one I'll answer to." Emily chuckled, rolling her eyes. "You can't be serious—" "I'm not done talking," Camila snapped, her gaze sharp and intense. "You know nothing about me. You're pretending, acting like a fool with scraps of information you've pieced together. You think you're clever, playing these games, but you're just pathetic."

PROLOGUE Francesco sat in his mansion having breakfast with his wife Romona, fourteen years old twin sons Sebastian and Nicolas and their eight years old daughter Camila his youngest sat on his lap talking non stop" Francesco couldn't help but laugh in amusement at her silly little stories, Camila was a powerhouse always full of energy and things to say she never ran out of words maybe that's why she was his favourite Papa" she called sweetly with a smile on her lips as she turned her head to look at him