Camila Encanto Novels & Stories

A stunning woman maybe a decade older than me with long, cornsilk-blonde hair looks around the backyard. “Oh my god,” Nicky whispers. “I didn’t think she’d come.” “She’s got some coglioni.” Val snickers. “Who is that?” I ask, watching her float through the backyard, talking to this group and that. Everyone seems to light up at her arrival. “Camila Donato.” Nicky smiles conspiratorially. “The widow Marco, one of Enzo’s capos.” It takes me a second to connect the name “Enzo” with Dante’s father, partially because Camila looks more like she’s Dante’s age than his dad’s.

Charlotte grinned, wiggling her eyebrows before dashing away to the changing rooms. With Charlotte changed and looking much less bedraggled, they headed back to the apartment. It had only been a few hours but it felt like they had been inside all day. Camille found herself going over everything that happened, even her encounter with three Draygonians, each as handsome as the next but in different ways. It was surprising. She had seen plenty of images of the visitors to know they were a beautiful species so why had these three stuck out to her the most? Just thinking about those amber eyes that glowed against smooth skin of varying shades of blue had Camille's heart rate quickening.

" She wasn't of this world Bianca. That's why she was hard to find. “ ... PRESENT. Bianca smiled as she put on the necklace. It had an inscription of 'G' with ice on it. The ice glowed immediately she put it one. She has put it away for a long time per request of Emily but she's going to put it on now. She's going to find her mother. Arleta was cuddling on the couch with Jeffrey when she came down. And immediately she felt her presence, she got up. “ Lady Celine?" Arleta and Cole called confused. They could feel a strong aura in the room. “ Was she a lady?" Bianca smiled. Arleta's eyes caught the necklace on her neck and it glowed even more. “ What are you doing with that? How did you get th

All the witches here you have been here in this coven are trying to help you if not anything else. “I was here just for the reason that you would teach me how to control my powers and how to use them in order to defeat my enemies. But instead I am being shown how am I supposed to act and how I was in my past lives and what I had done and not done and all this bullshit. You know what? I am done with you guys,” said Camilla as she rose up but then she was suddenly caught hold off and she could not move. “Is there a reason that you are making me feel this? Or you are not letting me go?”

With a gentle curiosity in his eyes, he turned to her and asked, "Camila, if you don't mind me asking, who are your parents? I'd love to know more about you." Camila's gaze met Ethan's, and she pondered for a moment, realizing it was time to open up and share a part of her history. With a soft smile, she spoke, her voice filled with a touch of vulnerability. "Ethan, my father is Albert Wright, the owner of WRT Entertainment." Ethan couldn't help but be taken aback by Camila's revelation. His eyes widened with genuine surprise, and he exclaimed, "WRT?!! Wow, Camila! That's quite impressive."

The weight of the secret became a crushing physical force the day Giovanni introduced her to Camila, his Twenty one year old daughter. Camila was a young she-wolf, with the same obsidian hair as her father and eyes that held a wisdom far beyond her years. When Anya stepped into the royal garden, the girl froze. She didn't growl; she didn't bark. She simply stared at Anya’s chest. “Camila, this is Anya,” Giovanni said, his voice softening with a rare, fatherly warmth.

Eduardo stormed into the house with an energy that filled the entire space. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he scooped Selena off the couch, spinning her around. She shrieked with laughter, clinging to him as her heart pounded from the sudden thrill. "Eduardo! What’s going on?" she asked, breathless. He set her down gently but didn’t let go of her arms. His voice was thick with exhilaration as he said, “I just found out from a reliable source that Camila is dead.”

I notice her baby bump is prominent in the blue fitted dress she’s wearing. “I’m Emily, Parker’s fiancée.” Her smile widens. Fiancée? Uh-huh, the rat owner. That’s when I notice the huge diamond ring on her left hand. “I’m Camila. I’m sorry for almost killing Twinkle. I’m just not a pet person.” She bursts into laughter, holding her maybe four months baby bump then winks at Pyke. “I heard about that. I’m sorry for the trouble Twinkle had caused you.”

--- "I brought a box of red paint, help me paint?! " "Sure."--- She nods in agreement.--- "I can teach you some makeup tricks too." "Then they say there is a more perfect woman."--- My niece speaks, visibly in a hint. "Honey, this is Yuri and his wife Leticia, these two are her parents."--- I introduce her to the other people who looked at her in disbelief. "Hi guys, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Camila, Ethan's fiancée."--- she sounds nice, but holds out her hand with the beautiful, expensive diamond I gave her.

“Nothing. I just got caught up.” “Caught up.” She spat the words back like they tasted bitter. “You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Getting caught up. Disappearing. Acting like I don’t even exist.” I went silent. She was right, and the truth sat like lead in my stomach. “Elora, please—” “Rhea!” Camila’s voice sliced through the tension. I turned to see her weaving through the bodies, wearing a smile so bright and synthetic it made my skin crawl. She looked flawless—her dress likely cost more than my entire wardrobe, her hair falling in curated waves.