Eda X Camila Novels & Stories

Dante told Camilla. Camilla looked up at him with teary eyes, "I thought getting revenge would make me the happiest person in the world but I am not happy, I am not happy because I no longer have you. Please I need you Dante, let's start over" she begged him. Dante walked up to her. He stretched forth his hand for an handshake. "I am Dante Russo, may I please know your name, beautiful lady?" he asked. Camilla smiled, "I am Camilla de Luca, pleased to meet you" she replied.

Camila continued, making Pedro nod while sipping the rest of his coffee. "That's a great idea, I agree. So, what's the problem?" Pedro asked. "There's something bothering me deep down, it seems like I need to clear all these feelings before I leave, so I can focus on studying there," Camila said, causing Pedro to fall silent, staring intently at the sweet face of the woman in front of him. Pedro didn't scrutinize every woman he knew, including Camila, but this time for some reason Pedro just noticed that Camila had a mole on her nose that made her look even sweeter. Her fair skin made the blush on both sides of her face stand out more clearly as Camila blushed like she did now. Pedro wasn't

She’d stood at her nursery wall and looked at two names and the word and between them and felt, for once, entirely unafraid of her own future. Her phone rang at seven. Not Damian. Her mother. “You looked beautiful,” Camila said, from the kitchen three doors down, because Camila Reyes had not left the country since the reunion, had instead folded herself quietly into Elena’s life with the patience of a woman who understood exactly how much time she still owed. “I watched the coverage twice.” “You didn’t have to watch it once.” She said “I wanted to see my daughter become someone the world takes seriously.” A pause, warm and a little unsteady. “Your father would have been unbearable about it.

“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.”

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

POV. Henrique I couldn't concentrate on anything else. The papers on the table were just a pretext. Three contracts to review, two statements to sign... and yet all I did was stare at that damn photo of Camila with Tiago on her lap. The two of them covered in flour, laughing, happy. As if the world were safe. As if she had never met a man like Carlos. The information arrived yesterday. Discreet, but accurate. And as much as it hurt to admit it... she had finally woken up. She was reacting. After so long erasing herself to fit into the life of a sick man, Camila had started to come back.

Eduardo stormed into the house with an energy that filled the entire space. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he scooped Selena off the couch, spinning her around. She shrieked with laughter, clinging to him as her heart pounded from the sudden thrill. "Eduardo! What’s going on?" she asked, breathless. He set her down gently but didn’t let go of her arms. His voice was thick with exhilaration as he said, “I just found out from a reliable source that Camila is dead.”

It's all because of Camila's cunning. In fact, initially Alex believed Camila returned to him because he realised his mistakes in the past and he had changed. Until Alex actually thought hard about how he could break up with Angelina nicely. But it turns out Alex's guess was wrong. Camila hasn't changed at all. She remains a selfish woman who does everything she can to get what she wants, including using dirty tricks.

Let her fill it. Camila’s mom must’ve taken my pause as thoughtful, because she gave me that motherly kind of smile. Gentle. Warm. A little sad, like she was remembering something that hurt. She turned to the counter and picked up a small tray of cookies, holding them out to me like I was a guest instead of the thing stalking her daughter in the dark. I took one. Mostly to keep her talking. “Oh, you know,” she started, brushing invisible crumbs off the tray. “Camila finds it really hard to trust people. To get comfortable.”

SPAIN Camila's POV I tilted the small window to my direction looking at the reflection of my lips as I applied more red lipstick making sure not to smear any on the sides, after I was done I looked at the masterpiece of my handy work satisfied I rolled the lipstick back and tossed it on the seat next to me, I took off the hair scrunchie on my wrist and used it to tie my hair into a messy bun" I lifted my hands to the steering wheel and ran them around it feeling it soft yet hard texture With my stiletto heels I pressed the car accelerator of my Lamborghini hard causing the engine to roar to life and the exhaust pipes to release smoke" I smiled with satisfaction looking outside as the crowd w