Camila Montes Novels & Stories

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

She kept her head down, trying to ignore the unmistakable sounds that had ceased inside. She had worked with Camila long enough to be used to it, but it never ceased to be embarrassing. To the world, Camila Rodrigues was the “Pure and Innocent Goddess.” But the assistant knew the truth: Camila was insatiable and manipulative. If fans could hear the lewd moans of their “immaculate virgin,” the internet would crash. Half an hour passed—an unforgivable delay on a professional set—before the door finally opened. Camila emerged, walking with calculated slowness.

Camilla let out a shaky breath, running a hand through her hair. “And now you’re telling me he’s connected to me?” Dr. Ramirez swallowed hard. “Camilla—” “Do not ever tell that man about this,” Camilla said sharply. “The mistake was already enough bullshit. Don’t add more.” The two of them coughed awkwardly at the same time. “Uh… Mrs. Vega—” Ms. Alvarez started. “And stop calling me Mrs. Vega,” Camilla snapped, spinning toward her. “From now on, I am Camilla Montoya.”

Camille stood on stage as someone adjusted the mic for her. "You are all startled, right? I know, I'll be startled too." She cleared her throat. "My name is Camila Mendoza. The only daughter of Fernando and Catalina Mendoza." Everyone gasped. I should be gasping too, but being a bastard made me know that piece of information sooner than everyone else when Eduardo and I had a blowing show after fucking Claudia.

"Camila! How's Mexico, huh? How's it treating you?" Camila smiled, her voice tinged with contentment. "Mexico has been wonderful so far," she replied. "The sights, the culture, everything is just amazing. I'm doing fine." Camila suddenly giggled, her voice filled with a tease. "And how's your honeymoon going?" she inquired, her tone suggesting an air of expectation.

“You must have been really desperate that you had to come find me in person.” Emery Hart had barely moved her eyes up to look at the woman standing in front of her. Camila Martin, the new sensational actress who had been making the headlines for quite some time now, was standing in front of her with a huge smile plastered on her face. “Miss Hart, it’s a pleasure to meet you here.” Emery acknowledged her with a nod, and Camila continued, "I have been sending my assistant to Miss Hart for quite some time now, but it seems like Miss Hart doesn't like the deal I am offering her."

"She was killed. It's been a long time already..." Feinah showed me a picture of her and Rhyiuz Montgomery's ex fiancée. "Rhyiuz is a bit rebelious teenager while Amalia is opposite. They were classmates in college. She's from a not so prominent family but she's bright. Camila Montgomery doesn't want her child to married an ordinary girl that's why she offered Amalia some amount of money to leave her son and she succeeded but Amalia and Rhyiuz never cut communication with each other. Amalia become part of the military and gain Camila's trust but was killed a week before their wedding five years ago. Her body wasn't found though, only her things. That's Rhyiuz's life. A bit boring. I just hop

DELUCA "Looks like your focus has changed. Or maybe… your interests have.” The voice sliced through me like a knife, sharp and deliberate. My grip tightened around the stem of my glass as I turned toward the sound. Camila stood at the edge of the table, her dark brown eyes gleaming beneath the soft glow of the overhead lights. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her sculpted cheekbones and full lips, which curved into a knowing smile. A figure-hugging black dress clung to her body, the plunging neckline and high slit leaving little to the imagination. Gold hoop earrings caught the light as she tilted her head, her gaze fixed on me with unsettling familiarit

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.