Camila Cabello Beach Novels & Stories

“Meg, come in.” “Thanks.” I kissed her cheek and pulled up Kelly. “Aren’t you too cute? Missed your godfather already?” I kissed her chubby cheek, and she giggled. “You’re late,” Camila said. Her baby bump was getting more evident every day, and now that she was wearing a navy blue dress. “Fashionably, yes. For only twenty minutes.” I rolled my eyes. “They had steamy video sex before she came over.” Blaine wrinkled her nose at me.

With a graceful sidestep, Amelia revealed Camila, and the pool party fell into stunned silence. Camila stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. Every movement she made exuded confidence and allure. Her hips swayed with an enticing rhythm, accentuating her natural curves. The bikini she wore revealed glowing skin that seemed to radiate under the sunlight. Her smooth complexion beckoned to be caressed, while her long, luscious hair cascaded perfectly over her shoulders.

Jessica had used a bronze shadow on her with faint eyeliner at the tear trough, Camila's lips looked even fuller than they already were, and her hair was neatly in waves resting on her shoulders and back, she was pretty, she recognized it herself. “All right Liam… Yes, everything is ready… We'll take seven girls.” Jessica scrutinized Camila one last time, letting out a satisfied laugh. “Yes, she's ready, I'm sure it will work… Okay, we'll be down in a moment.” Jessica finished talking on the phone and left the room. “Follow me.” Both omegas left. Camila felt strange in the clothes, yet she didn't say anything.

Camilla stated and I turned to her looking at her with amusement in her eyes "Where do you want to go?" "Bali is on the top of my list" She looked at me "Bali is beautiful, you can't get enough of it even though you spend 2 weeks there" Kayla said "I want to go there and I want to go to Greece" "Why Greece?" I asked "I love beautiful sunset views, the beautiful yellow orange color defines the sky so perfectly" She said dreamy "Take her idiot" Andrew threw a empty water bottle at me. I looked at Camilla and she already looked at another direction. We both knew we won't be together anymore after this

Elisa's hair flew in the wind, and Felix was jealous. "Lake Como?" she repeated. Camelia had heard of the town of Varenna from one of her business partners. Lake Como was a must-see destination for tourists in Italy, famous for its beautiful blue waters and paradise-like atmosphere. Camelia had thought about taking a vacation with Samuel during the summer, but Felix made it happen for her.

I barked. Camila is a hot girl, 5’8, taller than most girls. She has chocolate-brown hair, pretty hazel eyes, and long, sexy legs. However, her ugly attitude and the way she takes claim over me when other girls get close is getting old. I can’t stand that sh*t. She’s not Natalie, and I won’t have her messing up my plans of getting close to her this year.

Malibu She had chosen something simple, fitted jeans, ankle boots, a cream sweater that hugged her body just enough to be flattering, and a light coat she could easily take off later. She didn’t want to look like she was trying too hard, but she also didn’t want to look like she didn’t care. Camila was taking her to the Christmas market. She smiled faintly at her reflection, then reached for her bag. She wasn't very happy but she was excited about leaving the house. What happened during dinner last night still made her feel a type of way.

Camille had no idea which terrified her more. She crept through the hallway, every nerve stretched thin. The ocean’s roar grew louder as she reached the terrace doors, flung wide by the wind. Rain lashed her face as she stepped outside. The world was chaos—palm trees bent low, waves crashing violently against the cliffs below. Then she saw it. A glint of pale white amid the dark sea, a figure caught in the surf, bobbing like a rag doll. A woman. Camille’s breath caught. Without thinking, she raced down the stone steps that led to the private beach. Sand stung her skin as she fought her way to the water’s edge. The figure was closer now, tossed by the angry waves, hair streaming like seaweed.

She giggled scooping the water into her palm and pouring it on her body. “Antonio loves my hair. I don’t think he loves his wife as much as he loves me.” Camila settled behind her and began washing her hair with shampoo. “Be still and stop talking,” she said, soaping her hair. “Do you think Antonio may want to sleep with me again today?” “Do you want to sleep with him again?” Camila asked. Amora nodded, and Camila didn’t need to be told what was going through Amora’smind at that moment. “Just be careful,” she said as Amora stepped out of the tub.

Hi, cousin," she purred. The dockside bar was dead, but the back of my neck prickled. I pointed toward a corner booth, shadowed and smelling of stale brine. Camila didn't rush. She moved with the jagged grace of a junkie, sliding into the seat opposite me. Her oversized shades and silk headscarf were a pathetic attempt at a disguise. "What are you doing in Miami?" I kept my voice a low snarl. "You're supposed to be dead or drying out."