Camila Cabello Racist Tweets の小説・ストーリー

“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?”

a woman standing in the crowd called. “What a whore! I bet that all the rumors before were true!” a man viciously glaring at me yelled. “Bitch! Hateful slut! Greedy wench!” people around were becoming more and more aggressive. Camilla was standing in the middle of the hall, smirking. I bet she couldn't be more satisfied with the outcome. She stepped closer to me, looking straight into my eyes. “I told you not to mess with me,” she whispered to my ear.

"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?

She groaned once she answered the call. “Davila? What?” I rolled my eyes. Probably her one-night stand. “Olivia, it’s me Camila” she paused for a moment. “oh hey Mila” she was still drunk. Only God knows how many glasses of alcohol she drank. “Roman is mad, like super mad” “oh” she replied. “I’m sorry Mila, I only wanted to have fun”

Camilla snapped at us which makes us flinch in surprise. She is just like mom when it comes to warnings. Don't get her sweet talk, gets to you. She is an exact copy of my mom but hides the devil part unless it's necessary. Like Omar does with his anger. Her words made me angry and I bet Omar and Rudy were angry too. She definitely hit our nerves there. I'll kill whoever tries to take her away from me. "I'll kill everyone who tries to even touch a strand of her hair and gauge their eyeballs if they laid their eyes on her." I snapped and walked away from them going towards my room.

Camila looked at him unbelievably and took some steps back. "I know the story you told about the night in Cuba that I said was just a tale…" her voice was quite shaky as she tried to get a grip on it. "But somehow it turned out to be true, even though it's crazy, you really killed Twain Russ and all those men—" "Are we going to ta—" "No, wait. It's crazy, but it really happened. You're not ordinary, that I already know, and would rather not know more, but me? Vampire? …" She chuckled crazily. "How you say it so bluntly…"

Camila said then formed a little laugh. "No you shouldn't, it's wrong to sleep with someone against their will and it's called rape" I argued. "I know that-" smile "-who would dare stop a billionaire nor arrest him for raping a slut" Camila said choking on her tears. "Am sorry" "Can we please not talk about this" "Camil-" "Please" she pleaded. "Alright" "Thank you" Camila breathed. "I know you like Alex!" I accused. "What?" she asked in shock.

he asked, making his way to the pool. Camilla raised her eyelids, meeting his gaze. "Some bloggers are trying to get on my nerves. They're all over F******k and I*******m with such bad news," she complained. Her father's laughter echoed through the space, carrying into the waters. Camilla couldn't help but wonder what he found so amusing. She had read the vicious rumors, and they were infuriating. It seemed the bloggers were cursing her marriage to Darren. How dare they?! She felt like lashing out at them. Her glare made her father swallow his laughter, his amusement stuck in his throat.

Her father had had no objections, but Solange was relentless and never even referred to him by his given name, deliberately pretending she didn’t recall his name when she wasn’t calling him Your Boy each time she did deign to acknowledge his existence. Camille did not want to think of her mother’s prejudice as something rooted in racism even as it went unsaid that Milo did. She’d called her out once on it and the other woman had given an entirely comfortable laugh as if to say, so we’re really doing this, before telling her to stop being foolish.

She went back to her lines. She did not know the conversation had shifted. She did not know why. She just kept working. Camila came into the kitchen at two. "You have been at that table all morning," she said. "What is going on." "There was a rumour circulating about Helena," Damian said. "Online. About her casting." Camila turned around slowly from the counter. "I know about the rumour," she said. Damian looked at her. "What do you mean you know." "I saw it," she said. "Two days ago."