Camila Smith Novels & Stories

Wait, Camilla acted as my friend the whole time for her job? She works for the silver family.!!

#camnicisreal #camnic5ever @ohplzbitchcamismine LMFAOOO pls gurl get out of here – go read some gay fluff or slash or whatever STOP MAKING & SPREADING SUCH ASSUMPTIONS & BULLSHIT IT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE YOU SICK FUCK @camtaytay god, i dnt knw if she is w him but if she isnt,, god, just let her be bi or gay. ugh she is so beautiful, god, please, i want this. i need this.

A bitter laugh almost escaped me, but I caught it behind my teeth. “By morning,” Camila continued, “the news had spread everywhere, Mr Matthew Smith dead, poisoned by his son’s wife. Diana Wilson.” Her voice trembled on the name. “They called her a monster. I cried when I saw her face on TV. I didn’t know her well, but from the short time I spent with her, I knew she couldn’t have done it.” I swallowed hard. You cried for me, she thought. You were the only one who did.

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!

"She’s different, Isaiah. She’s not like anyone in our world. She doesn't care about the titles or the money. She looked straight through me, like she could see the cage I’m trapped in." "And you're hooked," Isaiah observed, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. "An alpha like you, completely derailed by a quiet girl from the logistics floor. I love it. But you need to be careful, man. Camila is not a woman who handles rejection well. She’s entitled, and she has the West media machine behind her. If she thinks this Selah is a threat to her throne, she will try to destroy her." Before Xavier could answer, the sharp, rhythmic vibration of his encrypted personal phone echoed on the m

“Can I have you? I want you so badly, Camila…” ****

I replied still smiling. Folding her hand under her breast "Nothing? And you want me to stupidly believe that" Camila asked while glaring at me with the best eyes have ever seen, those cute emerald eyes with a killer perfect body 5'5,a 26 inch waist, good skin, moderate breast, curvy hips with a round butt. "Are you done checking me out?" Camila asked smirking. "What? Who me? Why?" I lied trying to put up an annoyed face. Smiles.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

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

Camila has stolen my voice in order to make her career happen, and she knows I’ll give anything to help my mother get better. I’ve watched Camila use me to grow in popularity. She saw someone who was desperate, and she’s taken advantage of me in the worst way. All I’ve wanted, my entire life, is to step into the spotlight. I want to sing the songs I’ve written. I want those cheers to go to me. But Camila’s steel gaze continues to linger on me, keeping me quiet. She’s not a bad person, I tell myself. Just a bad singer. “Okay, are we done here? Cause I have plans, and I do not feel like sitting here while you try to decide if you’re going to cry or not.”