Camila Cabello Hot Novels & Stories

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

“Thank God I'm a royal because I can't handle getting old and wrinkly and you don't have to worry about it either. You have great genes just look at your mom. She looks thirty five but she's way over.” Camilla's words lighten my mood but we both know she's more favourable to live younger than I do. I clicked my tongue prepping my ass on the bed with the support of a pillow as we lock our legs together. “I guess so but I don't think they're having girl time.” “What do you think they're doing starting fires and watching them spread?” Camilla asks, poking a finger on my ribs. The new hair do’s, nails and change in wardrobe in a week can't be a coincidence. Something is going on under our noses

"C'mon, let's go. You don't want us to keep your ontotototototoyfriend waiting, do you?" We, living creatures are hardly satisfied with what we have. Camila is Hispanic and very beautiful, yettheshe's always wishing she had the color of my hair and fair skin tone. I, on the other hand, wish to be like her because of my porcelain skin that never tans. I also don't burn no matter how long I spend under the sun without sunscreen. Strange, right?

No am not; Isabella replied Tell me the truth mummy "Did dad get you angry? Or is me that make you angry Celine asked. Am not angry at you, am only angry at Dad nonchalance attitude.isabella replied She couldn't suppress her smile as angry as she was because of Celine Please don't be angry,she said this touching her mummy face. Silly girl, Isabella smiles Let go home now,i will bake your favourite chocolate cake for you.she increase the speed of her drive CELINE was very excited hearing this,she so much love chocolate cake, she's screaming as Isabella increased the speed of her drive,she love driving and flaunting her new drive. They arrived home and met Steve inside the parlor watching new

So good. "Look at me, Lizzie," he commanded. She opened her eyes and looked into his chocolate brown ones, the amber sparkling in the glow from the fire. With the lock of hair falling over his forehead as it usually did and the strong line of his jaw, she thought he looked like Chad Hallowell, star of the new television show, For the Prosecution. Since the show debuted she'd had a major crush on the man. Once she even told Matt the reason she loved him was because he looked so much like the television star. Hallowell lived in San Antonio, in ritzy Alamo Heights. She had actually met him when the caterer she worked for during her vacations did a party for him and his wife, and nearly embarras

And then she put her hands around Cameroon’s neck, tilted her head backward, and leaned in for a full kiss on the lips. Elena could make out her face now. And her hair. And her hands. Oh, she had the most beautiful hair that Elena had ever seen. Her head held a mass of light brown curls with a light golden brown tint. It looked rich and luxurious with its volume, and the length was around twenty inches. Elena watched as Cameroon finally turned the woman to face him. Elena gasped. This was the most beautiful human Elena had ever seen. She was wearing a black bum short, shredded at the ends that revealed her long brown legs. They glittered.

One more stroke, and I would stop. Except in my fantasy, Camila wasn’t on her knees anymore. She was on top of me, straddling me like she owned me. That slick heat from her pussy barely hidden by some flimsy strip of silk—useless, really. My mouth was on her breast, and the thought of dragging my tongue over one of those dusky pink peaks had me swallowing hard, heat crawling up my neck.

Still… the idea refused to leave. “So,” Camille said, sliding a glass of wine toward me as she perched on the stool opposite mine. “How are things with Mr. Hot CEO?” I froze mid-sip, but she raised her glass before I could protest. “Wait. First, a toast.” I grinned and lifted my glass. “Alright, what’s the toast?” She cleared her throat dramatically. “To freedom from awful gold-digging men, a full girl-boss glow-up, and better money, better connections, and… better cocks in the future.”

asked her enthusiastically. “Matthew Hussey.” I wasn’t lying, I did stalk Matthew for a bit to find out what Camila’s boyfriend looked like. Jess’ smile dimmed a little. “Who’s that?” “Camila Cabello’s new boyfriend.” She punched my arm lightly as she laughed. “Geez. You and your daily stalking.” She shook her head. “Don’t you dare judge me! You stalked Niall Horan for God knows how many times!” I laughed.

Then the Mc hushed the crowd. "and now, our last item for the night. A beautiful pure proud heiress up for sale to the highest bidder. Gentlemen, I present to you, Camilla De Luca." She was brought on stage and I was shocked at her beauty. Now, I had seen a lot of beauties in my life, but Camilla had a different type of beauty. She looked both delicate and fierce. Her long red hair framed a beautiful face from which vibrant green eyes shone. Her body was perfect, not too slim and not too thick. She was perfect and she knew it from the arrogant look on her face.