Camila Madrigal Novels & Stories

Ingrid was a little hesitant to obey her alpha’s order since her health was at stake, and considering the fact that she just returned from a warfare and was supposed to eat healthy foods to help revitalize her system. “Yes, alpha.” Ingrid, who was in no position to question her alpha’s orders quietly replied, and started her way to the kitchen. “On second thoughts, I think I’ll like to have chilate de pollo (a fiery chicken soup) for lunch.” Isabel’s voice halted Ingrid in her tracks. “Still… Don’t forget my bottle of tequila.” She concluded through mind link before heading upstairs. She needed something hot and spicy as her emotions were all over the place. She needed something to keep her

Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment. People may think, just stop seeing her or block her out of your life. Yeah, easier said than done, right? But now, I am a successful model, and I am proud of myself, but I hate my life. I hate the way my mother controls my life but I am not strong enough to fight her. I love her, she was the one in my family who cared about my life, maybe a little too much. She was mad at me after Landon Chambers broke up with me a few days back. She wanted me to secure my place with a rich man as it would help her

I say, hugging her. As we pull apart, someone sniffles by the door. "You guys are going to make me cry," Tamara says, wiping away her tears. "When did you get here?" I ask. "While Miss World here was giving her speech," Tamara answers, using the nickname we gave Camila due to her tanned skin, gorgeous green eyes, raven black hair, and sexy curves. If she hadn't become an engineer, she would've been one hell of a supermodel. "Stop calling me that." Camila glares at Tamara.

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.

Several hours later. USA. Camillo descended the jet stairs, a smirk on his face, greeted by Thalia's radiant smile. "Great to have you in my arms," she sighed, hugging Camilo tightly. "How was your flight?" "Weird but okay. I'm so tired. All I need is to get home and rest." He headed into the car with Thalia behind him. "I will have to apologize, but you might not have that much of a rest. We are heading to Mexico." Thalia fastened her seatbelt.

Perhaps the goddess had blessed her because the ten opponents she had faced were weak hybrids, more inferior than Catie. “Behold, this is the infamous Alfreda Herfst, Champion of Ethera!” an elf announcer said. He stood on an elevated part of the stadium wearing all white clothing. “She is fighting solo, my dear spectators! Can she make it to the top?” The crowd roared. Malaika had gathered fans from different races as soon as she started the one-on-one battle. She was fighting nonstop the whole day, and as they expected, Malaika advanced and came in line to face stronger opponents from the higher caste.

Finally, her gaze turned to the little lady who was beside Dario. Blonde hair, green doe eyes, so small and... cute. With a raise of her brow, she turned to Dario, waiting. Dario realized that Madeline had no idea who this woman was, not yet anyway. And he realized that he hasn't told Eliana about his baby girl yet. He wanted to keep her far and away from his family as much as possible, but when it comes to Eliana, it was okay. "Baby, this is Eliana, mi hermana" [my sister] he started to introduce the two, gesturing with his hands as they looked at each other.

The tips of her ears burned from how mortified she was while Jag just let out a frustrated groaned and moved to shield Camille behind him. “Sia,” Jag’s voice failed to hide his irritation. “What are you doing here?” “Why else would I be here?” the woman shot back. “I’m here to see my son.” “Son?” Camille asked before she could stop herself. “Yes.” Jag sighed. “Sia, this is Camille. Camille, this is Sia. Sid’s mother.” ---- There had been plenty of times in Camille’s life that she had prayed for the ground to open up and swallow her whole, but none compared to this moment as she, Jag and Sia in awkward silence in the living room.

she muttered to the empty room, the thought surprising even herself. A few minutes. It was a ridiculously short amount of time. But she hoped not to give Cole the satisfaction of thinking she had forgiven him. ~~~~~~~ 7 PM sharp. Camila found herself standing hesitantly at the entrance of a small, modern villa. Madison had later texted the venue even though she didn't reply to any of her messages.

After that day, the household staff quietly understood the illicit relationship between stepmother and stepson. Luciano would still address her as "Madre" and greet her politely. Meanwhile, Tanya was busy as usual, adding visiting Paolo to her daily activities. She often kept Paolo company and donated even more generously to medical charities. She was constantly in tears, wholeheartedly hoping for Paolo's recovery. The media was full of praise for her loyalty and composure. Unfortunately, every angle of her forced smiles and secret tears in front of the cameras was carefully calculated.