Camila Cabello Beach Novels & Stories

I slid open the window, momentarily appreciating the view of the moon and the gust of wind —of actual oxygen before I begin to take off my black stilettos. “Bella...” Camilla repeats, her voice whiny. The fishtail braid her platinum blonde hair had been styled in an hour ago had come loose, resembling something like a bird’s nest. The straps of her short sequin dress hangs off her bony shoulders. She looks terrible under the harsh colored lights. “Party, not, over...” I roll my eyes. “For me it is."

I said goodbye and took my coat and car keys. Damn! This can't be. I will follow Gabe. I'm going to stop them! *** (Cami POV) (Fast Forward) We are having a welcome beach party today for the return of Gabe and Stella who have been on their honeymoon for too long and have returned to Cordova City.

The evening air was alive with the soft hum of music and the gentle lapping of waves against the hull. Camila's gaze swept across the scene, and she couldn't deny the slight excitement. It all felt like a fairytale ball. Her dress, a stunning blue cocktail gown, sparkled with intricate, glittering details that caught the light as she moved. It hugged her curves perfectly, and she was beginning to wonder if Cole and Rachel had been keeping track of her measurements over the years. Classic Cole. As she made her way towards the entrance, she caught sight of Cole, decked out in a blue tailored tuxedo. Camila tried not to roll her eyes at the matching color.

“Come on, let’s get ready. I don’t want to be late before I even start.” While Charlotte showered and dressed, Camille found herself playing with her hair or rather, what was left of it. Gone were her mousy brown waves which had fallen down her back like silk. Now she had a short pixie cut that framed her round face and was blonde. Charlotte had suggested she change her appearance as much as possible. After all, Nathan was going to be looking for a brown haired girl not a blonde one. It was only until Nathan gave up looking or Camille made it to Canada then she could grow her hair out or change the colour all she wanted. She would be free to do as she pleased; a concept that was very foreign

I had not even cared about the party to bother with what to wear tonight. Dashing into the bathroom, I rinsed my calves and feet of the sand I’d picked up on my walk with Diego, and I quickly brushed out my long, red hair and applied a little lip gloss. I scurried back into the bedroom, grabbed the tan strappy heels she’d left by the dress, and ran back into the hallway and down the stairs. “You look absolutely ravishing, girl.” Camila had said as she gave me a once over. I take in her own appearance too, she was in a yellow dress that just beautifully compliments her skin so well. The dress covered her shoulders entirely and flows down into a fancy sweetheart neckline, thus leaving a big pa

The sun shone brightly overhead, with surfers riding the waves, kids playing in the water, and others enjoying a game of beach tennis. Alejandro and Camila lay together under an umbrella. She wore a blue bikini, and Alejandro sported matching blue shorts. "I don’t like how all these girls are looking at you. I told you not to come here shirtless," Camila mumbled, frowning. "To be fair, I see just as many guys staring at you, and I don’t like it either," Alejandro argued. Camila rolled her eyes, removing her sunglasses. "Can you apply some sunscreen on my legs?" she asked, handing him the lotion.

SPAIN Camila's POV I tilted the small window to my direction looking at the reflection of my lips as I applied more red lipstick making sure not to smear any on the sides, after I was done I looked at the masterpiece of my handy work satisfied I rolled the lipstick back and tossed it on the seat next to me, I took off the hair scrunchie on my wrist and used it to tie my hair into a messy bun" I lifted my hands to the steering wheel and ran them around it feeling it soft yet hard texture With my stiletto heels I pressed the car accelerator of my Lamborghini hard causing the engine to roar to life and the exhaust pipes to release smoke" I smiled with satisfaction looking outside as the crowd w

A familiar face popped up on my screen, and I sat up with anticipation. There she was, the angel that captured my heart without having to lift a finger. She was bathed in the soft glow of the club, her body a canvas in a nude dress that left little to the imagination. Her figure was on full display through the soft material of her dress, the plunging neckline showcasing a tantalizing glimpse of her boobs. She sat with three other girls, her laughter captivating, her smile dazzling. The two girls next to her stared at her with an almost religious admiration. That's how beautiful Camila Colorado is.

***** Camilla walks into the lounge with her head held high, this is the one change I've loved about her, ignoring me not so much. She's wearing loose jeans and a pink crop top, I can see right through the material. I flicker my gaze from her chest to her face, watching her as she carefully chooses where to sit. She settles on the chair opposite me, putting just enough space between us. Her hair is in a mess, half curls and half straightened. The straightened half looks long, it falls past her collar bone, long enough to wrap around my hand. No Adrian, Focus!

But then, a flash of memory struck me. ‘Or maybe she’s just better at this than I thought.’ Prince woke up a while later, playing quietly with his buckets. Camilla remained fast asleep. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. One missed call from Ethan. No voicemail. I stared at the screen, my jaws clenching. ‘Camilla says she’s never been to this beach. She got dizzy when I mentioned the jellyfish. The doctor said stress could kill her. But the charity gala – she remembered that perfectly. Which one is the lie?’ I thought to myself.