Camila Cabello Beach Novels & Stories

Several hours later. USA. Camillo descended the jet stairs, a smirk on his face, greeted by Thalia's radiant smile. "Great to have you in my arms," she sighed, hugging Camilo tightly. "How was your flight?" "Weird but okay. I'm so tired. All I need is to get home and rest." He headed into the car with Thalia behind him. "I will have to apologize, but you might not have that much of a rest. We are heading to Mexico." Thalia fastened her seatbelt.

"Wow! Whoever did that to you was really into it." I lifted my head at the voice and one of the girls was extending a bottle of water to me. She had kind blue eyes as she smiled nicely. "You need one after all that hard work. I'm Rebecca, by the way." I accepted it quickly, "Thank you. I'm Camille," and took a long drink. Her eyes raked over my body as I drank and I became uncomfortable under her stare. "Did the boss do this?" My throat closed and I choked on the water, caught off guard by the question. I coughed a few times and she giggled as I struggled to recover.

Camila pouted. "You should, no, we all should, so we can and might use it against her in the future no one knows tomorrow" Bella cooed making a silly face. "Whatever" Camila muttered under her breath rolling her eyes. And finally she was free from bella grip, Camila walked slowly behind Bella watching her walk faster towards their hideout, looking around then suddenly Camila eyes caught the sight of a group of men on black staring hard at her.

“Nothing. I just got caught up.” “Caught up.” She spat the words back like they tasted bitter. “You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Getting caught up. Disappearing. Acting like I don’t even exist.” I went silent. She was right, and the truth sat like lead in my stomach. “Elora, please—” “Rhea!” Camila’s voice sliced through the tension. I turned to see her weaving through the bodies, wearing a smile so bright and synthetic it made my skin crawl. She looked flawless—her dress likely cost more than my entire wardrobe, her hair falling in curated waves.

She is dressed in her black bikini and a black net robe, looking extremely sexy. Camilla quickly headed towards the dining table, but Candela was about to leave when.... "Ma'am," Camilla called, stopping Candela on her track as she looked at Camilla. "Yes?" Camilla fiddled with her fingers a bit nervously as she walked close to Candela a bit, who was staring at her and awaiting whatever she had to say. "What is it?" Candela asked. "I would like to talk to you about something," Camilla said, clearing her throat afterward.

DELUCA "Looks like your focus has changed. Or maybe… your interests have.” The voice sliced through me like a knife, sharp and deliberate. My grip tightened around the stem of my glass as I turned toward the sound. Camila stood at the edge of the table, her dark brown eyes gleaming beneath the soft glow of the overhead lights. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her sculpted cheekbones and full lips, which curved into a knowing smile. A figure-hugging black dress clung to her body, the plunging neckline and high slit leaving little to the imagination. Gold hoop earrings caught the light as she tilted her head, her gaze fixed on me with unsettling familiarit

Camila Adriana hadn’t waited more than five minutes, but the array of empty glasses on her table suggested otherwise. “Camila!” she exclaims, waving energetically for me to join her. Her voice carries, drawing mixed looks from nearby patrons. Not that Adriana doesn’t naturally attract attention with her long red hair, perfect hourglass figure, and adorable freckles that look almost painted on. “Hey, Adriana.” I settle into the chair across from her.

Camilla smirked, smacking her lips. Spending time there for a few moments gave a relieving impression to both Camilla and Kairav. Both of them left the cemetery, which signaled a new chapter in their lives. The silver Porche was now running at a moderate speed in an area by the beach. Sure enough, the sea was where Camilla had wanted to go after the cemetery, and Kairav had promised to take her there, to the spot with the most beautiful sunset view. "I don't think I've ever really been this alive," Camilla exclaimed amidst the sand and gentle waves. She spread her arms and drew air freely into the recesses of her lungs.