Camila Cabello Siblings Novels & Stories

Camila took the news with a kind of quiet grace that made Mia's chest ache on her behalf, tears falling without the drama Mia had half braced for, just the simple release of a question finally answered. "I always wondered," Camila said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Not in a way I let myself think about often. But it was always there. A missing piece I didn't know how to name." "I'm sorry it took this long," Vincent said. "I'm not going to pretend I can make up for twenty-six years in an afternoon. But I want to try, if you'll let me." "I'd like that," Camila said, a small, tentative smile breaking through. Then, glancing toward the nursery down the hall, "I have a sister, then

She knew something about the consortium. "Fair questions, I suppose. I'm Camila Cueva, my sisters call me Mila. I'm a changeling like you, but from upriver. And, my sister and I are merely passing by on our way to find someone in Manaus. We can't help that our mothers want to take care of us…"

Before Calvin married his wife, Hana, he had also been a playboy. Minutes passed without Camilla getting a reply from Calvin. He was good at ignoring her theatrics, a skill she prayed KJ never learnt. She hit him with a new and attention grabbing text. Both brothers claimed Camilla was a spoilt, demanding brat. She and Faye would disagree. She was only a sweetheart who liked attention a little more than her male siblings. Besides, she was their only sister. They had to indulge her. Cam: I need hired goons to beat up a guy.

"Cut it out." "We share a father," she reiterated, a casual statement that concealed their deep bond. This, I already knew. Lynda had enlightened me. I observed the two siblings, the resemblance between them unmistakable. Brayden's adoration for his sister radiated in every glance and jest they shared. Their laughter and bickering painted the room until Brayden's exit. Once again, Camilla settled beside me. "Same father, different mother. Our moms were actually sisters," she revealed with a wry smile. "Dad's past was quite the story, a true playboy in his youth."

I smiled despite myself, “Do I seem that way?” “Yes. I envy you as I’m an only child. I’ve always really wanted to have siblings” Before I could respond to her, we heard voices. “You let it go, you moron!” A voice shouted from a distance; it was obviously Carson’s. “That’s because you got in my way, bull head!” Cameron retorted. My smile brightened as my brother came into sight. Carson’s green eyes, red hair were the first I saw before Cameron’s white hair. At first when the three of us were, people often complained that it was hard to distinguish between us as we all had the same color of eyes. It was when we were all grown up wed decided to change our hair colors.

“My husband was never home, and I didn’t trust a single soul with my child. So one day, Amara and Eros took Cami to a jet launch event. Before the day ended, Cami grew a fascination for aircraft and spacecraft.” I had to say. The Castellanos siblings were a lot kinder than I had imagined. “I understand very little about those things. So Eros and Amara took it as their responsibility to take her to that friend who taught Cami most of the things she knows today.” Gina’s flickered with pride. “Even your capo, our Xander, funded her education. I would forever be grateful to them.” “The capo funded her?” “My brother is not as cruel as it seems,” Eros said, ambling down the stairs. “He is actually

DOMINIQUE “Aren’t we gonna address the elephant in the room?” Camilla asks, turning around in her seat with her judgmental look. “And if I may ask, what elephant is that?” “Dom, you know what I’m talking about.” Oh, I know what she’s talking about, I’m just not willing to talk about it with her. I turn to look at her, eyebrows furrowing as I run my gaze over my sister. Camilla takes after our mother, brown eyes, olive skin, chestnut brown hair, and she’s petite just like our mother.

I could hear them and wondered if they were family, too. “Who are the women talking in the other room?” “Someone’s in the living room?” Camila asked, curious. She got up, ran to peek, and came back to me. “Cousin, you’ve got sharp ears.” “Yeah, I’ve been told that before.” I popped some dried fruit into my mouth. “That’s Grandma and Aunt Helena.” Helena was the wife of the current beta. She had two kids: my cousin Alberto, who was set to take over as beta someday, and my little cousin Laila, who was still just a kid.

The woman looked like a high-fashion hurricane, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on me. “Aunt Victoria!” the woman cried, kissing Mrs. Montclair’s cheek before spinning toward me. “And this must be the mystery bride. The one who finally managed to put a ring on the iceberg.” Before I could react, she pulled me into a hug. She smelled like expensive citrus and unfiltered honesty. “I’m Camille,” she said, pulling back to inspect my face with alarming intensity. “And that unfortunate creature trying to steal the silverware is my brother, Caleb.” “I’m not stealing,” Caleb said, winking at me as he slumped into a chair. “I’m assessing the quality. Hello, new cousin. You look much too

Pedro asked again, making Camila pause for a moment. "Both of my parents have passed away, and I don't have any siblings. The only relative who still acknowledges me is my mother's sister who happens to be married to someone in California," said Camila, making Pedro nod in understanding of what Camila explained. They then fell silent again, continuing their meals, making Camila feel that Pedro's purpose for inviting her to lunch was definitely not to ask about her departure to California. This emboldened her to put down her utensils and look at Pedro.