Camila Books Novels & Stories

she said, raising her hands while stretching her fingers to point at the door. "Mila, please," Alpha Killan begged while sighing in desperation. Since Camila's arrival, he had tried to clear things with her, apologizing for every misdeed he had even done to her, but she... "Alpha Killan, please." Camila's bored and cold voice interrupted his thoughts.

Publicly, they made sense. But privately? His heart drifted further with every passing day. His phone buzzed. A text from Camila: Can we talk? Today. Alone. He sighed. Whatever she had to say wouldn’t make things easier. But he owed her that much. He owed her a lot more than that. In the quietest wing of the house, Camila sat alone on her bed, legs drawn up, staring into the mirror. Guilt draped around her like a second skin. She had crossed a line—one that would scorch everyone when the truth came out.

Camila’s POV It’s Gabriel’s birthday so I woke up earlier than usual because I wanted to make his birthday extra special. I had everything planned such as breakfast in bed, a surprise gift and of course, a romantic dinner when he got off from work. After stretching, I went to the bathroom and washed my face. Then, I put on a robe before heading down to the kitchen to prepare for our breakfast. Because it’s his special day, I gave a day off to our household help so that it’s just the two of us in the house. It’s a little old style and inconvenient but I wanted to do it for him.

Then I realized a figure staring at me “Aaaaah” I screamed throwing the milk on the floor as the glass cup shatter “I am so sorry for giving you such a fright” A young lady in a maid attire apologized, picking up the shattered glass. I sighed in relief, I thought I saw a ghost. I just finished reading Owen bed time story and boy it wasn’t any fairytale or little duck story. I read her one of Goosebumps series. “No problem. Just glad it ain’t a ghost. I am Camilla by the way” I assist her cleaning up the mess I made.

Some words don’t land like thunder. They land like water — quietly, without drama, finding every crack you didn’t know existed and filling them so completely that by the time you understand what’s happened, you are Already changed. Her name is Camila Reyes. And she is your mother. Elena stood in the lobby of Cole Towers with the morning light pressing through the glass and Damian’s hand holding hers, and she felt the world reorganize itself around that single sentence the way a room reorganizes itself when someone turns on a light no one realized

She was way too perky. Sure, I'm a CIA agent that was sent here to protect one of your fellow classmates from being killed by psychotic vamps. By the way, I'm a vamp, too, and a shape shifter to boot. The class would either think I was a nut or would run out screaming. Tempting. I took the high road. "Hello, everyone," I began. "My name is Lisa Miller and I just moved here from West Palm Beach, Florida, where I attended Lake Worth High School. I love writing and hope to become a journalist one day." Typical canned answer. "Very good!" Ms. Parks encouraged, unwittingly treating me like an imbecile. She was way too perky and patronizing, but I'm sure with the best intentions. "Now, you can fin

Any belief left inside of Camille that nothing terrible had happened was snuffed out and she felt herself crumbling under the weight of her dread. What had she done to get herself into this situation? “Alright.” Jag finally agreed but it gave Camille little relief. The tension within the room was almost suffocating as all four of them were silent. As agreed, Jag removed the cuffs from Camille’s wrists but not the bed, it was a reminder that while her hands were now free. Camille was still very much trapped. “Have you ever heard of an organisation called the Earth For Humans Alliance or EFHA?” Sid spoke up first, arms crossed over his chest while yellow eyes watched her like a hawk.

CAMILA had nothing to do in her room, so she went to the botanical garden instead. In this place, she could be with herself, thinking nothing else other than having her own time. She could do the things she wanted there without other eyes looking at her. Everyone who worked at the mansion rarely go there, even her mother. The garden was so extensive that she had to move around to reach her favorite spot where her swing was hanging. She had tied the rope on the two poles that she buried on the ground. The two pole wasn’t visible anymore because of the vines of the flowers that covered them. She even used the vines to make an arch. She sat down on the wooden swing and looked up at the clear ni

“You’ve gotten what you wanted. No one is fighting for that pig with you. Why are you still following Alora and disturbing her peace? Could it be that Gael isn’t giving you much assurance that he’s truly yours?” And that sent Camila into rage. “Following Alora? I came to this mall with my man to shop for our baby. For your information, when I walked in, my baby started craving ice cream and Gael ran to get it. Yeah, that’s how he always runs to get things for me. He’s totally obsessed with me!” Why does it feel like she was trying to convince herself about that? Well, that wasn’t my business. “Good for you.” I made to leave again but Camila suddenly grabbed hold of my shirt, grabbing my coll

Camilla and her children returned to the cottage where they lodged, When Camilla was coming from the mall, she bought snacks and beverages and they were fed with it In the cottage, Camilla couldn't sleep In the night, she was In a deep thought, and she said to herself, “this city Is not far from the orphanage home, and Is not far from Mafia farms and the baby factory, If I stay In this city, It's very easy for me and my enemies to come across each other, and they might kill me and take my children away, or they spares my life but forcefully take my children away from me, no, this city Is not safe me and my kids,