Camila Cabello Booty Novels & Stories

Camila's voice rang out as she walked out of the house dressed in a red dress, her hair flowed behind her as she walked towards us, I could see the annoyance in Dominic's eyes, and just when she came close, I held him solfy. “Don't!”I whispered to him, because I didn't want him to do something he was only going to regret. I literally didn't know what was going to do, but I didn't want him to do something he was only going to end up regretting. “Where do you think you're going?”He snapped at Camila who froze and looked up at him. The dress wasn't meant for a funeral as it had a big opening that started from the top of her neck to her ass, exposing her entire back, and they were the red long

Sitting at a trendy café, Aubrey observed the fashionable crowd bustling in and out. She anxiously waited for Camila, who finally entered the café in a stunning, eye-catching dress. Camila's vibrant red lipstick accentuated her beaming smile, revealing her pearly white teeth. "Do you have it?" Camila asked, her eyes gleaming. Aubrey nodded, knowing that her actions were under Camila's control due to their shared connection through her child. "I will, but I want to see my child first," Aubrey insisted.

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

Boss welcome Camila with a grave smile. "I see the doctor wasn't hard on you." He scanned her body for any cuts. Camila shot him a drop dead glare through her few curls on her face. "This are my girls, Vivian and Tessa, they will get you prepare for the big bomb tonight. You see, one of our top clients had requested for a wide virgin, so don't fuck this up." Boss drew closer that he was in Camilla face. "The moment you do, I will have your father and brother gunned down. Are we understood." Camila slightly nod.

Richard came close and then caught hold of her dark hair and then made Camilla parade in the middle of the stage. “This one is a virgin. She is the fresh and the latest acquisition that has been made by us. She is untrained but obedient and she is a natural submissive as well. Now for this one, the bidding starts at 50000$. And let me tell you, the one who will take her will very much enjoy breaking her and moulding her into what is needed by them,” said Richard as he caressed her naked body causing Camilla to shiver at his words. And with that the bidding began.

No one could have been able to differentiate him from the topless models she has lived her life watching on the television. His curls were scattered all over his head, they weren’t neat any more. Her only wish at that moment was to arrange them until they fell back in to place. Despite that, he was still perfect in every sense. “You are staring” he said as he turned to face her. “You can’t blame me, your physique is really one to be watched” Camila complimented and then tried to stand up to go to her room. She didn’t even know what she was still doing in the man’s room. She would have disappeared when he was still bathing but something just kept on holding her back.

“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of

She was not some robot doing everything he demanded from her. "Please wear your heels and go to him. He must be anxious to see you. I wonder if he would faint seeing this side of you." Camila jumped a little in excitement. Oh, poor girl! You wish! She thought as she got up and wore the black stilettos. "Did he tell you he would be here?" She asked Camila who looked like a deer caught in a headlight. "Yes. He has another surprise for you." She told her after a few moments of hesitation. She wanted to facepalm herself. She was in no way ready for more surprises, or more events. She had had enough already.

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

I'm a capybara. Yet, after taking a single nap, I wake up as the scion of the Kensington family, Drake Kensington. When I crawl back to the sprawling 32,300-square-foot villa, my entire family's scared stiff. Matthew Kensington, the Kensingtons' adopted son, points at me and screams, "There's a ghost!" Without even looking up, I deadpan, "Oh, yeah, I'm whatever you say I am." He passes out on the spot. Drake's biological father, Garrett Kensington, slams his fist down on the table and snarls, "Look at you! Do you look anything like the heir to the wealthiest family? Have you seriously forgotten how to walk?" I give his question some serious thought. Crawling does take less effort tha