Camila Smith Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

Camila's POV I'm 19, she doesn't need to speak with a guardian - but of course she's has to because she's a bitch. I didn't want Alejandro knowing about something I was already ashamed of. "Camila is our schools musical prodigy. We've had many art schools send representatives from all over the country to come and hear her play." She smiles and Alejandro nods shooting me a glance of approval. But I don't embrace it because I know there is a but coming.

“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.

The usually carefree and free-spirited Camellia stood there in confusion, rarely at a loss for words. "Do you know me?" Camellia softly asked. "I don't know you." "Are you called Camellia Smith?" Camellia nodded, indeed, she was called Camellia Smith because her name was on the jade pendant. Camellia Smith, was the only thing she had, all these years she had thought about investigating her origins, but all her memories started in the Brazilian underground boxing ring when she first stepped into the ring at the age of six. She was selected and taken away, trained to become the Camellia she is today.

Rosella said and Camila scoffed. "Cam, I'll speak to you later. I'm about to treat her. Bye!". Rosella said before hanging up. "News does spread like wildfire". Camila mumbled as she continued taking her pictures, not like she had anywhere to post it. She wasn't on any social media network because of her parents not wanting anyone to know about her and also because of her low self esteem. She just takes pictures for the love she has for it and nothing else. 《DENIM HOME》

Under everyone’s gaze, Alice begins her storytelling, “We are shopping in a town when we discover that Smith had bought many explosives privately. To protect ourselves, we went to Camila’s house to buy guns. Later, we found that Camila was a Night Eagle member and one of its leaders. She was accidentally infected with an epidemic last month, and was abroad by the organization.” Alice took a portion bottle from her pocket and said, “Patrick and I healed her with the medicine we developed. In return Camila helped us find out why Smith purchased explosive. As we dug deeper and deeper, we found that the Smith was attempting to destroy the rescue team station. After Camila had him arrested, she d

--- "In this small moment I want you to just feel everything I'm about to do." "How so?"--- I ask without understanding, but enchanted by this woman. Camila is no longer wearing the dress from the party, she had replaced it with a sexy all black sweater. It is short and totally transparent, just covering her body. "Close your eyes"--- She asks. I take a deep breath, deciding to give her that vote of confidence. I close my eyes, deciding to trust her. Camila moves away a little and then moves closer, bringing something closer to my nostril. I feel it wiggle a little, causing the strong smell of alcohol to rise at the same moment.

“I am.” A brief silence followed. “This is Camila,” he said, gesturing toward her. “My assistant.” Camila smiled, extending her hand. “Nice to meet you.” I took it and shook her with a firm grip. “You too.” “Okay. I think there’s history here.” Her eyes flicked between us for a second, something unreadable passing through them. “So I’ll leave you two to it.” “Thanks,” Liam said. She gave him a small smile before walking past me, her shoulder brushing lightly against mine as she left.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"