Camila Smith Novels & Stories

“Nothing. I just got caught up.” “Caught up.” She spat the words back like they tasted bitter. “You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Getting caught up. Disappearing. Acting like I don’t even exist.” I went silent. She was right, and the truth sat like lead in my stomach. “Elora, please—” “Rhea!” Camila’s voice sliced through the tension. I turned to see her weaving through the bodies, wearing a smile so bright and synthetic it made my skin crawl. She looked flawless—her dress likely cost more than my entire wardrobe, her hair falling in curated waves.

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.”

“The one who just stared into these woods like she could see me. Who. Is. She.” Realization dawned in her eyes. “Oh,” she breathed. “That’s… Alaria. She is staying with us for now.” I repeated the name quietly, savoring it on my tongue. “Alaria,” I murmured. “She’s… Alpha Liam’s ex-wife,” Amelia went on quickly. “Mother of his… child. The one Claire hates. He saved her life from the rogues and then found out about the child and once he found out and confirmed that the baby was his… he refused to let her go.”

“Alright. My bad. No more arguing with vendors over 50 rupees.” Tessa chuckled despite herself. “Good. Now that we’ve established that, does anyone have anything exciting going on today?” Jamie perked up. “Actually, I was going to ask the same thing. Anyone planning something fun or scandalous?” Camila raised her hand like a child eager to share a secret. “I have a date,” she said with a teasing smile. Both Tessa and Jamie turned toward her with wide eyes. “With who?” Tessa asked, her tone a mix of surprise and curiosity.

She will never measure to her standards. “Darling, let her go besides she isn’t worth your time. “ “What the hell are you talking about?” Samuel asked. “Darling you see, Camila is not all that innocent. She sold her body once for money and that is why she is a single mother. She doesn’t even know who she slept with and I am sure that she has continued sleeping with other men. I am not lying to you because I am sure that by now you know that she is my sister. I know her very well, so be very careful.”

Why did she leave her alive to undergo all the suffering? She had the urge to destroy. Destroy anything that came her way. She wanted to kill someone. But who was she? Did she even have the right to express how she felt? A lonely omega. A slave. What right did she deserve to have love and a family? … After Lily dealt with Maya, she went to her mom's room. "Have you dealt with that bitch?" Melissa asked. "Yes, mom. I think it was quite a blow to her." Lily said, sounding like she was really sorry.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

During one swanky birthday bash on board, even Tracy, who had seen it all, was wowed, whispering, "Wow, talk about being loaded!" I caught a glimpse of the star everyone was crowding around and felt a jolt of recognition. "She looks familiar. I feel like I've seen her somewhere before." "That's Camila Smith, the it girl of the moment. You've probably seen her on TV," Tracy said. "Rumor had it some big-shot had rented out the whole ship just to impress her. " I was lost in thought when a sharp voice snapped me back. "Watch out!" A brown and black hound was barreling toward me!

She answered. Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help. Chantelle said. "Will you shut it". Rosemary said. We've been feeding,

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