Camila Cabello Hot Novels & Stories

"Sweetheart, meet Fela. She's an old friend of mine." Chloe nodded and looked at Fela. She smiled and extended her hand for a handshake, introducing herself, "Chloe Arley... Nice to meet you." Fela took Chloe's hand with a friendly gesture. "Nice to meet you too. I'm Fela Smith. I used to be Edward's most beloved ex-girlfriend." She confidently introduced herself, catching Chloe's attention. Oh my God. Why are there so many of Edward's ex-girlfriends? But... why do I have to meet all of them?

I say, hugging her. As we pull apart, someone sniffles by the door. "You guys are going to make me cry," Tamara says, wiping away her tears. "When did you get here?" I ask. "While Miss World here was giving her speech," Tamara answers, using the nickname we gave Camila due to her tanned skin, gorgeous green eyes, raven black hair, and sexy curves. If she hadn't become an engineer, she would've been one hell of a supermodel. "Stop calling me that." Camila glares at Tamara.

Camila turned her face when she noticed that someone else had entered the room. Fuck… Camila's heart fluttered pounding in her chest, she suddenly felt more nervous than she already was, and her eyes ignored her brain's instructions to at least stop staring at the Alpha who had just entered, so dreamy. Camila was dumbfounded at the tall, burly man standing in front of her. He was perfect, all Adonis, with his black hair, his waves falling down his cheeks, shining black eyes and square jaw.

Camila replied and waited for the stylist to finish before she stood up to admire herself. The red dress hugged her body perfectly, and the back of the dress had a long, designed robe that added to its beauty. Her hair was wavy, oily, and shining. Her lips were bright red, matching the color of the gown, and she paired it with black heels and a black Debbie Wingham bag. She was satisfied with her look. "You look gorgeous, ma'am. I should praise you for your natural beauty," Natalia admired her. "Thank you," Camila said appreciatively. She stepped out of her room and began descending the staircase to meet Alejandro. He heard her footsteps and looked up, his body stiffened.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

“Is that a threat? “the man’s deep voice was curious. “You can think about it that way. Anyway, I know that even if you go and tell your boss, he won’t believe you. I am coming for Camila’s head, I wish that she can just fall down and die already” she smiled sarcastically and then added” for beating me and pulling my gorgeous hair, she will pay.” Caleb hated this woman, he didn’t even understand why Samuel was still bent on entertaining her, he was sure that Camila will not have any peace as long as Samuel still have connections with Bella.

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.

Camila Adriana hadn’t waited more than five minutes, but the array of empty glasses on her table suggested otherwise. “Camila!” she exclaims, waving energetically for me to join her. Her voice carries, drawing mixed looks from nearby patrons. Not that Adriana doesn’t naturally attract attention with her long red hair, perfect hourglass figure, and adorable freckles that look almost painted on. “Hey, Adriana.” I settle into the chair across from her.

Camelia gripped Calvin’s firm shoulders, her nails leaving thin marks there. "Breathe, Camelia. I'm here," Calvin whispered, his voice sounding like worship. After a few moments, Camelia took control. She moved nimbly, reversing their positions until she was now on top. Her long hair hung down, veiling her flushed face. Both of Calvin's hands immediately moved to Camelia's waist, gripping it tightly to assist their movements.

The hair on the back of her head stood up because of what he did. “You really are a full grown woman now,” he said at the end. “How old are you again?” “I am twenty,” Camila answered. The man removed the blanket as he went down from the bed, revealing his naked body. He had a hairless chest that looked chiselled and refined with well-sculpted muscles.