Camila Encanto Novels & Stories

“Finrod, for once, call me by my first name.” “Whatever.” He dismissed her, “Who is responsible for that?” “Responsible for what?” He pointed at the baby, “I didn’t know humans can get pregnant and give birth for two and a half days!” Ellaine was totally flabbergasted. Margarette laughed so hard she hit Finrod with her spell book. “Blockhead. The baby’s not hers. She’s Yntreia, the princess of the pixie clan.” “The Queen gave me pixie dusts in exchange for taking care of her daughter.”

I had never cared enough to ask my father or Beatrice about the identities of the people who had shattered her life five years ago but seeing the fear in her eyes right now, I didn't need to be a genius to connect the dots. But it was already too late because Prime Ventures, the massive firm that was currently managed by Samantha and her spineless husband, Daniel, had just signed the legally binding contract to handle the construction of our watch houses so from this exact moment onward, Camila’s role in the administrative department meant she would be forced to work closely with them.

It was unnamed. I bit my lip, dragged in a deep breath, and finally pressed the call button. "Hello?" the deep baritone voice that echoed at the other end of the line almost made me jump. "H-hello?" I echoed hesitantly. "Camilla?" he muttered. "Yes, it's me," I nodded even though he obviously couldn't see me. "I need help," my voice cracked. I can't afford to beat around the bush. Every second counts. "I know," he answered. "Nana Luisa already explained your situation."

“You look beautiful.” “So do you,” Melody smiled. “The driver is already here. Let’s go, I'd like to show you the Christmas charms stand.” They were about to walk out when Diana’s voice came from behind. “You’re going somewhere?” Camila turned. “Yes, Mama. I’m taking Melody to the Christmas market. I want her to see it.” “Is that really necessary?” She asked, rolling her eyes. “Mom, yes,” Camila said patiently. “She’s here for the holidays, what better way to send it than explore the cities.”

I want to press him against me and hear his heart beating, strong and sure. But I can’t. The discovery that Camila—sweet, innocent, conniving Camila—was caught trying to use dark magic and wolfs bane to poison the hundreds of wolves in sanctuary at Starfall is simply too important, too horrific for me to excuse myself for even a mother’s duty.

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.

Lewis passed his hand over Kataleya's face: “ Hmm... Igor has good taste! Kataleya said nothing and looked at him. Lewis: “ There's no point in trying to bewitch me, I have the neclas stone, which inhibits the spells of witches. Kataleya: “ I know. Lewis: “ You will help me find the jewelry! And no witchcraft or I'll stick my sword in your beloved pirate. Kataleya shivered, her eyes sparkled. “ Hmmm, do you really love him? I see it is a very strong feeling! “ Said a lady entering. It was called Tambiça. She was a sorceress, she was fat, already old, with dreds. Lewis: “ I don't care! The feelings of these two! I want jewelry, riches and luxury! Kataleya: “ You will, as long as you don't hur

I said, fighting the urge to laugh at the whole situation, “you can’t just go around painting murals wherever you want. We are representatives of the Nightstalkers Pack, and we have to be respectful.” “You know how I get around open paint!” she protested, her eyes wide with excitement. “I had a vision, Mila. To mark the celebration of our pack’s unity!” “How does the imprint of your butt celebrate unity?” Brian asked, his eyebrows raised in genuine curiosity. A mischievous smile spread across Camila’s face. “I can show you better than I tell you.” Brian let out a little laugh, shaking his head. “I tried to stop her, but she was… persistent.”

I recognized her in the photos from Camilla's mantle, she was Alejandra, Camilla's daughter. "Hello sweetie. Is your mom her?" I asked sweetly. She smiled back at me with. She had the cutest,most adorable smile ever. "She's coming." She replied and stepped away so I could step over the threshold into the the house. Alejandra looked about 5 yrs old. That means Camilla had her when she was really young maybe 15, damn! "Hey, Tony." Camilla said walking into her living room in her exercise clothes. "Morning beautiful." I greeted her. She had warned me countless time to stop greeting her like that but after trying and trying and I never stopped, she just gave up.

Sometimes she was, and sometimes she gave her opinion on a matter unapologetically. "I'm not shy. He does make me shy" Mila looked anywhere but at me. I smiled inwardly. So I did make her shy huh? "Cute" June smiled. "Your fiancéé reminds me of one of my students. Camilla looks to be a high schooler, or atleast graduated. What school did she finish from?" Cameroun asked me and I became temporarily mute. "Ermmm... What's the school again?" I asked Mila who looked like she was struggling not to laugh.