Camila Cabello Hot Novels & Stories

“She’s here on his behalf. And she’s a total pretending bitch.” Val raised a brow. “Don’t be fooled by her cute face,” Camila went on, swirling the champagne in her glass. “She’s got the whole sweet, innocent thing down perfectly. But trust me—she belongs in hell.” Val tilted her head slightly, intrigued despite herself. “How so?”

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

He had chosen his two offerings carefully. Isabela, 29, a fiery local Carnival dancer with golden-brown skin, long dark curls, and a body built for sin — full, heavy breasts, narrow waist, and a round, juicy ass. And Camila, 24, her younger cousin — petite, smooth-skinned, with perky breasts and a tight, innocent-looking body that hid a very dirty mind.

"She’s different, Isaiah. She’s not like anyone in our world. She doesn't care about the titles or the money. She looked straight through me, like she could see the cage I’m trapped in." "And you're hooked," Isaiah observed, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. "An alpha like you, completely derailed by a quiet girl from the logistics floor. I love it. But you need to be careful, man. Camila is not a woman who handles rejection well. She’s entitled, and she has the West media machine behind her. If she thinks this Selah is a threat to her throne, she will try to destroy her." Before Xavier could answer, the sharp, rhythmic vibration of his encrypted personal phone echoed on the m

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.

Although our cuddling is very nice and comfortable, it's a bit hard to ignore the fact that I really want her. But here's the thing, I don't want to have sex with Camilla at least not just yet. I need to figure what this thing I am feeling for her is. I don't want to do anything and then I'll just find out it's just lust. Camilla is a very beautiful woman. She has long, thick, black, curly hair that could make a guy run mad, the kind of ass that was a distraction, a very pretty face with that was somewhere between hard and sweet. And her drool worthy long legs.

She yelled again, raising a bowl over her head as she fumed with anger. If I didn't recognize the hostile behavior and the short hair I could have mistaken her for Carmen. For the first time, Camilla's hair was the natural shade of brown just like her sister's. It was a shorter length, resting against her shoulders with a center parting. She hadn't worn a matching dress with Carmen. Instead she wore a loose pant and a crop top that exposed her abdomen. "Alora move. I swear I'm going to kill Carmen. So move your butt if you don't want blood to splash over you!" Camilla yelled angrily.

“ You have thick, long and full hair, have you cut it before or ever thought about cutting it.” “ Yes, I cut it once during my teenage years,” Camilla replied “There is so much we can do with your hair.” Jason remarked his eyes falling on the picture of a celebrity and one of his numerous catalogs. “ do you know this actress” he pointed towards the picture “No” Camilla shook her head “ That is Kareena Kapoor, a famous Indian actress, you look alike, almost the same body build and facial structure,” Jason said as he combed through her hair loving the texture even more.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” I smiled against her skin. “Go get dressed, baby.” She jumped off my lap, grinning. “Give me ten minutes.” I watched her rush into the closet, the hoodie rising high up her thighs as she ran. She turned before shutting the door and winked, making me smile like an idi*t. She always brings out that soft gentle love out of me. A part that vanishes when I’m with Ruby… Ten minutes later, Camila came out looking like she popped right out of the Vogue magazine. She was wearing tight jeans, a black silk top, and that lip gloss she knew I liked. She stood in front of me, spinning once.

Camilla POV I groan and roll my eyes at Hector's words. Of all people,why would I run into him here? I turn around reluctantly and flash him a smile that doesn't reach my eyes. " What do you think? Jealous?" I ask and he scoffs. " Oh please Camilla. Why would I be jealous of who you fuck around with." He retorts yet I spot him checking the guy next to me out. " Oh. I'm glad to hear that because he looks so handsome and like someone who knows how to handle a woman. I wouldn't mind fucking him." I reply and a look of anger flashes on his face. However,he masks it so fast I almost think I imagined it.