Carmelita Montoya Fox Novels & Stories

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

I was stunned when I saw Kalixo, sitting in front of the interviewer and seriously talking about something I don't care about. Why is he here?! The staff I'm with signaled the interviewer. The interview, a gay, holding a cards of questions speaks. "I see, that is interesting Mr. Montenegro. It is such an honor to have your here. And now, for our viewers and the moment you've been waiting for! Our leading business woman who inspires a lot of women to be the best version of themselves. The intelligent and beautiful lady, Ms. Felicia Avimayor!" I smiled and entered the stage. I put a wide smile on the camera and wave before sitting at the vacant seat, unfortunately, beside Kalixo.

After Jacob’s speech, Carmela was the representative for everyone at Magna Cumlaude. Who is that Carmela? She looks like Carina. Could she be Carina’s daughter? Dina said in surprise. What is happening today? Why is my encounter just a revelation, but I have no proof that it is them? I want to know who Carina and Carmela Cruz are. I need to talk to that man who asked me earlier. Everyone was silent when Carmela started to make a speech. Good morning everyone! I am Carmela Cruz, one of the Magna Cumlaude students at the University of Santo Tomas Manila. I took up Architecture which is one of my dreams when I was still at a young age.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

Maisy said, trying to reassure her young madam. “I know, it’s just…something doesn’t feel right” Amelia replied. She turns her gaze to her maids before letting out a heavy sigh. She then walked towards the mini living room and sat down on the couch before opening the TV to get her mind somewhere else. Amelia was watching silently when her phone rang. Helga took it from the bed and handed her the phone. Amelia answers it after noticing that it was a call from Damian. ‘Damian!’ she thought. “Hello, is this Mrs. Castillo?” the woman said on the other line.

“The fox always returns.” The creature stood in front of Camela, growling at Vincent. “Touch her now,” the flame-mother whispered. “And see what burns.” Vincent stepped back. Camela reached out her hand and touched the creature. It felt warm and alive. When it licked her hand, tears began to flow down her cheeks. Vincent laughed darkly. “So the flame chose her?” Her mother shook her head. “No. She chose herself.” The fire died instantly. Camela stood breathless next to the fox.

Kayla muttered as he handed her mother a bowl of guacamole and a pack of Doritos. ‘You don't understand do you baby girl? Alice Montero has taken everything away from you,she went to Standford while you went to Berkeley,she got married to Landon Mikaelson and even if they're divorced I still hear rumors about them being together,she's a successful business owner and you're a model,not even a super model cause you're not on Kendall Jenner and Naomi Campbell's level yet'.Melissa replied with a frown on her face and Kayla surreptitiously grumbled under her breath. Her mother had an obsession for always wanting to ruin someone or something and she never understood the hatred she had for her fath

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

Today, it is the Mairaos Resort. I first entered my room and lay down. I put one hand on my eyes and the tears that I had been holding back started to fall. Since this resort came into my possession, a year ago, whatever stories the jealous citizens of Isla Marupok have woven. I am Carmelita Mairaos, twenty-six years old. I was born and raised in Barangay Washington in Isla Marupok. I completed a vocational course in bartending.