Camila Encanto Novels & Stories

"There's nothing to discuss, Mr. Villa-Lobos, because I'm not going to marry you, just over my dead body! Even if you were the last man on the face of the earth, I wouldn't allow myself to be chained and dragged to the altar. So have the decency to leave me alone. The force of her answer caught him off guard, and then quick anger flared in him. His eyes met hers with contempt before she turned around, not waiting for his response. Camila was happy when she finally arrived at her aunt Beatriz's front yard. She quickly entered the house and went to the kitchen. Her aunt was making pancakes. “You look so upset. What's wrong? Beatrice asked. - He is here. Oh God... Eduardo Villa-Lobos is here. C

Sitting at a trendy café, Aubrey observed the fashionable crowd bustling in and out. She anxiously waited for Camila, who finally entered the café in a stunning, eye-catching dress. Camila's vibrant red lipstick accentuated her beaming smile, revealing her pearly white teeth. "Do you have it?" Camila asked, her eyes gleaming. Aubrey nodded, knowing that her actions were under Camila's control due to their shared connection through her child. "I will, but I want to see my child first," Aubrey insisted.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

She was so excited to see them. And then Selena excused herself and exited the room "I've been worried sick about you both" Amira said "It doesn't seem like you did" Dala said rolling her eyes Cara quickly called her to other. "Amira I know you have, I'm very happy for you" Cara said "That's not all, I'm with child too" Amira whispered "Wow, that's amazing" Cara said They tried catching up and there was still a lot to discuss. They stayed a little before they finally left for home.

he says, averting his eyes to inside the condo. I turn my attention to look at Camila, she was laughing with Eliza as they looked through what looked like a photo album. Camila was in one of her off her white shoulder dress shirts, exposing her slim shoulders, her skin looked soft and flawless as always. Blue ripped jeans and red stilletos, her hair was in a high ponytail, givng full view of her face.

I asked. Mom nodded. “Yes, he knows. He’s around your age, actually. His name is Ethan.” I raised an eyebrow. “Great. So now I’m supposed to get along with some random guy I’ve never met before?” Mom laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’ll be fine, Camila.” “You don’t get to tell me that!” “Camila…” “You know I’m not good with new people!” “CAMILA!” Her voice echoed as I flinched, shook my head, and bolted upstairs.

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…"

～♡WIFEY COOK♡～ Camila Vincento. "What have you all done to my entire wardrobe?". Camila mumbled with a curious look on her face as she strode towards the scene. "We just thought you needed a new wardrobe. So don't worry baby Cam. We'll first get you a new wardrobe and restock it with expensive designers suitable for a billionaire's young wife!". Rosella smiled widely, hugging Camila warmly when she saw that she was going to cry.

“Good, I guess. I have just had a lot on my plate, especially now with Imani’s art exhibition coming up soon. I am at the forefront of all the planning…” Just then Camila walked in carrying a tray, she laid it out on the table, reached forward, and pulled Elena’s cheeks. “Less talking, more chewing. Hello, Mr. Luca.” Elena giggled. “Miss Camila,” he greeted absentmindedly. His eyes remained fixated on her, every inch of her perfect face. Her blue expressive eyes that sparkled, even more when she was happy. Her long dark hair was tied atop her head in a messy ponytail, the pout of her reddish lips when she blew on her food. He willed himself to look away and he caught the disapproving gaze of

She was a true princess, locked away from the life of crime and sin ironically enough it was only possible because she was protected by the most sinful of them all. La Principessa was told stories of the wonderful man her mamá would tell her was protecting them. The man her mamá called the prince. Her mamá spoke so highly of him. Only ever telling Camila - a now sixteen year old girl - tales of the man she would never have to meet if things went according to plan. A man she would only meet if anything were to happen to her mamá. It was a warning. One that Camila didn't pay any mind to until it was too late and she was delivered to the devil in disguise himself three years later.