Camila Montes Novels & Stories

“Eleni, right? I saw you from across the barbecue but didn’t get a chance to introduce myself.” She was at the barbecue for almost three hours, but if Gianna’s strained politeness is anything to go by, now isn’t the time to bring that up. I stick out a hand to shake. “Eleni Calimeris.” She giggles like shaking hands is the funniest thing in the world, but accepts my offer to shake. “Camila Donato. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Her hand is soft, like she’s never done any work, but there’s a strength in her grip I can’t deny. She’s the one who pumps up, then down, and releases.

A faint, genuine smile tugged at Natalia’s lips despite the heaviness in her chest. Jonathan leaned forward, his elbows resting lightly on the table. “So… do you think she’ll want to meet him? Would you let her?” Natalia’s smile faltered, replaced by a softer, more guarded expression. She scoffed softly, shaking her head. “I don’t think Camila would be interested. She’s lived ten years without Damien, and she’s perfectly fine. I doubt she’d be eager to meet the man who abandoned her before she was even born.”

Set it on the table between them like evidence. They both looked at it. "Camila Calloway," Cassidy read. "She's in finance. Moved back to Velmont eight weeks ago after four years in New York." She scrolled. "She's connected to half the city on LinkedIn. Her I*******m is mostly work events and travel and..." She stopped scrolling. "What?" Cassidy turned the phone around. It was a different photo. I*******m this time, not the rooftop picture. Camila at some kind of gallery opening, glass in hand, laughing at someone beside her. The caption said: good people, good city, good to be home.

Camila was gentle and generous on the surface, pure and harmless, but in reality, she was arrogant and bossy, proud and rude. Bearing in mind that she was the daughter of the Munoz family, she was always dog-eyed, and Vanessa had fought with her when she was in high school in the past. Andrea glanced at Camila, her tone nonchalant, "She's my student." Camila was angry at Andrea’s cold response, her fists clenched in her hands. She had gotten someone to check this woman's background before, and she was a country girl. This title of Distinguished Professor might be be obtained somehow,Camila felt that Andrea might have been sleeping with her superiors.

I pulled away to smile at her and she shook her head. “Your sister is asking questions as well, and you know Mia when she starts doing so.” She said, and I chuckled. “She is the daughter of Claudia De’ Medici, do you not expect her to be curious, mama?” I asked, teasing her. Mom laughed, and I took a step back, allowing her to take a seat before sitting on the chair beside her. “I heard that Alpha Stefano is here too,” “In the basement, and would be out soon enough.” I said, and she shook her head in question.

But she was also curious about Rosella, who had just entered her life. THREE MONTHS LATER Camila found herself settled into the rhythm of her life as a student at the Mexico Business University. Her educational journey had begun just three months ago, and to her surprise, she discovered that her sister-in-law, Rosella, was her coursemate. To her delight, Rosella had become her closest friend.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

Meanwhile, Jelena Savage was facing a challenge in her office. On her desk was a letter and painted on the letter was the lifelike image of a beautiful white lily. This was the presence of Primal, the white Lily represented unblemished Al. The claim of Primal was to restore the Al race to what they originally were. It was popularly known among humans and Al that Primal had caused the Crisis but the Coalition Administration and leaders of the Human Alliance knew better.

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

I yell at the maid in annoyance and she apologizes over and over then leaves while I simply continued to glare at her. Bloody Omegas! “I am going to take these t the laundry room, mom.” Camila announces after throwing me a glare and I eye her too.In her hands were some dirty clothes that she seemed to have picked up from Mia and Diego’s rooms and I hiss yet again. That was typically be Elena's job but since she was dramatically ill of course, Camila is picking up after her and acting like a maid while she gets paid for the job she hardly does. Just imagine that, that bitch just always get a lot of helping hands around here even without batting an eyelid. It is as if she has some sort of forc