Camila Montes Novels & Stories

Camila searched his face one last time hoping to see something. Love. Regret. Anything. But Lucas only looked tired. And distant. Then she boarded the plane alone. Now, almost eleven hours later, exhaustion sat heavily on her shoulders. The pilot’s voice suddenly filled the cabin. “We’ll be landing in Monterrey shortly.” Camila looked outside immediately. Her chest tightened unexpectedly. Mexico. Home. The city she spent years trying to escape was now the place she planned to rebuild her life. She did not know whether to feel excited or terrified.

She felt comfortable around her. "No, I will order another one. You carry on." She spoke with motherly tone which was nearly impossible to turn down. Micaela took the first bite and her taste bud like the white sauce pasta. She continued talking in between sipping her cup of coffee. Form her conversation she learned that her name was Camila and she lives in Vitoria. She has two son and a daughter who was married to a business tycoon. Her elder son and his wife were no more. Her younger son and her husband deals in hotels and resorts. It must be really tough for her to go through the pain of her elder son's demise.

“Yes, like Dario used me and Andrés used Catalina. It fucking sucks, Dante, but that’s the world we live in. Dario and Catalina are doing well. So are Aléjandro and I. Camila will adjust. She won’t even need to leave the world and culture she knows. Besides, Rei’s a good man.” Inhaling, my chest felt tight. “Fuck that. I’m sick of people singing his praises.” My voice rose. “You of all people. I thought you’d see my side in this—Camila’s side.” “Me, who has been married off twice in her life?”

I didn’t miss the way her dress was slightly adjusted in a way that drew attention to her exposed collarbone, or how her eyes flickered to Nolan with interest that was far from professional. I shook my head subtly as a wicked grin grew on my face. Nolan led me to my seat, which was beside him. Dimitri was already seated, but my focus was solely on Camila. “Anastasia,” Nolan started in an even tone. “This is Camila De León, our potential new business partner.” She extended a hand, her stiletto nails were painted blood red. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she purred in a smooth voice. I didn’t take her hand.

"I'm merely offering a toast. A toast to your celebration and your return... or are you just paying a visit?" "Visit," Camila corrected, her voice clipped, taking a small, deliberate sip of the margarita. "A temporary one." "Such a shame. I was hoping you'd stay." "My plans are none of your concern," Camila countered. She refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her unease. "And what about you? Why are you in Mexico? To attend Cole's party?" "Hello... excuse me..." A female voice sounded behind Camila, and Antonio's eyes seemed to freeze, his gaze fixed behind Camila.

Since she was a child, Tatiana Kintyre Wilbur Thyagaraja was born to be defective with all the traits of a she-wolf. She was born weak to slay, fragile for all the quirks that had to give rise to fulfillment, and a wimp to even hoist up a sword. But she's the claimed lineage of Thyagaraja's direct disciples through various ancestors, the reason she was scurried to be the Alpha's mate. Yet, after knowing how feeble she is, the Alpha ordered a decree for all the gratis she-wolf to battle and win the chance to be his other half.

Some words don’t land like thunder. They land like water — quietly, without drama, finding every crack you didn’t know existed and filling them so completely that by the time you understand what’s happened, you are Already changed. Her name is Camila Reyes. And she is your mother. Elena stood in the lobby of Cole Towers with the morning light pressing through the glass and Damian’s hand holding hers, and she felt the world reorganize itself around that single sentence the way a room reorganizes itself when someone turns on a light no one realized

“But that boy… that man… he’s lived his entire life without a father, without knowing where he came from. And now, he sees us as enemies.” Camilla’s eyes blazed with indignation. “Enemies because of his mother’s lies! Oh, I won’t sit here while that woman hides somewhere sipping tea like she didn’t destroy an entire family!” She stood abruptly, her shawl fluttering behind her. “I’ll find her. I’ll look Eliana Montgomery in the eye and demand answers.” “Camilla, calm down,” Lucas said firmly. Her impulsiveness was one of the reasons why Lucas rejected the idea of marrying her back then.

Mama Cortez sat at the head, and beside her was a new face. He looked exactly like Rafael, but younger. Where Rafael had that sharp, dangerous charm, this guy looked sweeter and innocent. He couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty. He grinned when he saw me. “Hi! I’m Javier.” “Camila,” I said. “Your hair’s so beautiful. The color’s like autumn.” Warmth rose in my cheeks. “Thank you.” Lucien cleared his throat beside me. “Hey, bro,” Javier added, smirking.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”