Camila Smith Novels & Stories

“He’s perfect.” Later that evening, as Serena rested comfortably with the baby, Damien noticed the young, beautiful midwife — Dr. Camila Rivera, 29, with smooth olive skin, long dark hair, and striking green eyes. Her white coat hugged her curvaceous figure. He approached her in the hallway. “You were incredible tonight,” he said, voice low. “Join us for dinner and a drink. Elena will be there too.” Camila hesitated, then smiled, a flush creeping up her neck. “I’d like that.”

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.

Then she marched to the stage, shoved the lead singer aside and snatched the microphone. "Let me tell you all about my husband's obsessed ex since nobody else seems willing to address the elephant in the room. Camila Sterling is currently out on bail for vehicular manslaughter. That's right! She ran right over an innocent person and left them to die in the street while high on drugs." My stomach dropped. She... she actually revealed it for real. My fingers dug into the fabric of my dress as shame hit me hard. Damon’s hand brushed my arm under the table.

The bullet. Too much. Too fucking much. “You okay?” Camilla asked her without looking up. “I’ll live,” I muttered. “That dress says otherwise,” Camilla smirked. “But you wear it like armor. Respect.” I didn’t smile. “Who the hell are you?” “The one you has been sending you messages”, she replied. Rob answered. “This is Camilla Amato. Former Special Ops. Freelance ghost now. She used to work for the same people I did.”

She had heard some gossip, thinking it might divert my attention from the suffocating weight that enveloped me. With a gentle touch, Camila shared tales of a blossoming relationship between Deangelo and Sofia, hoping to ignite a spark of interest within me. She spoke of stolen glances, whispered conversations, and the undeniable chemistry that seemed to exist between them. Camila's intentions were pure, driven by genuine concern for my well-being. Little did she know that her words struck a fragile spot deep within my wounded heart.

It was some minutes past 6pm. Caitlyn Hugh was dragging her tired feet back home after a long day at work. As she walked along the lonely road, she looked back at intervals, hoping for a cab to appear. Although she was very much aware that cabs do not ply that road, Caitlyn prayed for a miracle. She took out her phone from the small bag she hung on her shoulder and connected her headset to the device. She was going to click play on her favourite music, but the sound of a car honking halted her.

Twenty years ago, Carmila Santos was raped by unknown man. She was brought up in a little mining village. when she found out she was pregnant, she was devastated, hurt and confused. She became a laughing stock, her friends cut ties with her, the village looked at her like she was carrying all the sins of the world. Her mother, Ms Maria as everyone called her, Decided to take Camilla out of that place. They found themselves at an island near the fish port. People there were really nice, so they decided to settle there.

Valentine said madly. "I agree, she's not even taking the student council president position even though that's for her and just wandered around like she had already graduated," Lady Jasmine also complained. Lady Jasmine Mortis Jam is the heir to the dukedom of Jam from the western territory. She also has the same age as me and she has beautiful blue eyes and purple hair. "Stop complaining, if someone hears you, all of you will be troubled," I told them as we walked towards the private room in the school library.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"