Camila Mendes Hot Novels & Stories

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.

A familiar face popped up on my screen, and I sat up with anticipation. There she was, the angel that captured my heart without having to lift a finger. She was bathed in the soft glow of the club, her body a canvas in a nude dress that left little to the imagination. Her figure was on full display through the soft material of her dress, the plunging neckline showcasing a tantalizing glimpse of her boobs. She sat with three other girls, her laughter captivating, her smile dazzling. The two girls next to her stared at her with an almost religious admiration. That's how beautiful Camila Colorado is.

Camila's POV Greta was stunning. Bright, green cat like eyes, perfectly soft features, and her figure? She was that of a runway model, tight and perfectly thin. If that was Alejandro's type than I was the furthest thing from her. A wave of insecurity washes over me. But I wasn't insecure. Camila Rodriguez was never insecure, she was hot and she knew it, she was desired by so many people that would kill to even be with her. But looking at the Victoria Secret model before my eyes, that was so unlike me I couldn't help but let my mind wander a little.

So good. "Look at me, Lizzie," he commanded. She opened her eyes and looked into his chocolate brown ones, the amber sparkling in the glow from the fire. With the lock of hair falling over his forehead as it usually did and the strong line of his jaw, she thought he looked like Chad Hallowell, star of the new television show, For the Prosecution. Since the show debuted she'd had a major crush on the man. Once she even told Matt the reason she loved him was because he looked so much like the television star. Hallowell lived in San Antonio, in ritzy Alamo Heights. She had actually met him when the caterer she worked for during her vacations did a party for him and his wife, and nearly embarras

"So we not getting laid tonight then? Unless you planning on taking Daisy, and maybe I can have her hot friendm" "Shut up." His comment had flared thoughts of a naked Daisy under me as I devoured her tiny, curvy body. She must of only been around five foot 4, and had perfect curves. She'd have to tiptoe just to press her lips on mine. The image of our lips crushed together in a passionate embrace made my cock twitch. God I wanted that so bad.

Solange Mendes shouted, hurriedly grabbing some tissues to try to dry the stain. “What's wrong, Camila?” asked Tania, her spine stiffening with suspicion as she saw the color completely drain from the actress's face. “See for yourself!” With trembling hands and eyes injected with blind rage, Camila threw her cell phone with all her might directly at Solange's head. Bang! “Ouch!” Solange whimpered, staggering from the pain of the impact. “How can you be so useless?!” Camila shouted, her voice shrill, losing all her delicate “White Lotus” composure. "You made a basic mistake, you idiot!

Only her. The world seemed to narrow instantly. Cami followed Ariana’s gaze. “Oh my God,” she shouted over the music. “What?” Ariana asked quickly, trying to stay calm. “That guy!” Ariana’s stomach flipped. Cami leaned closer. “He is ridiculously hot.” Of course she noticed. Anyone would. Cami kept staring. “Look at him,” she continued, half laughing. “He looks like he walked into the wrong building.” Ariana swallowed. Mateo hadn’t moved.

he says, waggling his brows. “I doubt that, and I never said I like her.” “You don’t have to, asshole.” Bash walks away, but Camila is not in her place anymore. Fuck! I scan around the place when I suddenly hear her rich laugh. Is she flirting with that guy showing her the black Bugatti Veyron? She stiffens when my hand finds her waist. Fuck! She feels good. She feels warm, delicate, and soft against my palm. “Are you ready to go?” My voice turns deep and raspy.

She’s on the edge of breaking. “I asked,” her voice trembles, “what are you planning to do with me?” “What do you think I’m going to do?” Camila falls silent and draws her knees together, tucking herself into a ball. She wedges into the window to get as far from me as she can. Without a word, she makes it clear what she expects. Movies have done a wonderful job creating the cultural fear that a gorgeous woman like her would be captured for only one thing. I don’t bother correcting her fear.

He barely even look at her face. The shape of her face, how her nose is, the shape of her mouth, the color of her eyes, the way she smiles, the way she laughs in the uploaded videos, everything...just everything about her appealed to him. So there are still women as beautiful as ... he thought. She's a beauty to behold, there's no pretending about it. Yet, she is not married. Did she perhaps have a boyfriend? He hadn't necessarily looked into her so he didn't know much about her. In fact , there was a particular fifty seconds clip taken five years ago where she was seen dancing. He found himself rewatching the video up to five times.