Eda X Camila Novels & Stories

She dresses up in a style that is like a modern Victorian madame. "Mom!" Trey gladly kissed his mom's cheek and hugged his dad. His father reciprocated the gesture. I couldn't help staring at Trey's father. Some of his features reminded me of one person… Noah. Okay, given that he's Trey's dad, and I once mistook Trey for being Noah because they looked so much alike. But why does even in Trey's father, I could see features similar to those of Noah's… "Anyway, mom, dad, I want you to meet the woman who now owns your son's heart. Camila Valdemore. She's my classmate in one of our subjects."

Camila's pov Selena Grey. Darian's wife. A woman I'd met exactly twice, both times at events neither of us wanted to attend, both times exchanging nothing more than the coldest, most surface-level pleasantries two women could manage while quietly despising the situation that had thrown them into the same room. I remembered the first time clearly, a charity gala years ago, back when I was still new to J and F, still learning how to move through rooms like this without feeling like an imposter in someone else's expensive life.

She wept more Camilla was as confused as Emma, her mother lay dying, her marriage was not what it seemed to be, her husband has a mistress and his young daughter just confided her biggest secret to her. She felt burdened by it all. "Please help me." Emma held on to Camilla's hands, her eyes were almost swollen from crying. Camila reciprocated by gently squeezing Emma's hands to reassure her. "You have to tell your grandma." Emma shut her eyes tight making her face squeeze, she shook her head. "I can't."

" His voice was flat and toneless. She looked at Rosé who was wrapped in Xavier's arms. "Rosé." "Milla." Camilla rolled her eyes. She hated being called that and Rosé knew, that perfectly well. Xavier was the only one who was a bit confused as to what was happening. Damian sighed and Camilla stretched a hand towards Xavier for a handshake. "Nice to meet you in person Mr. Monterosa." Xavier took her hand and shook it gently. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss..?" "Winters. Camilla Winters." They let go of each other and

The world seemed to stop spinning for Damian Xavier. The low hum of gallery guests and the clinking of champagne glasses suddenly fell silent, replaced by the thundering beat of his own heart echoing in his ears. The woman in front of him stood tall, holding a crystal glass of red wine with steady fingers. She was so different from the Camila of the past, who had always trembled whenever he looked at her too sternly. "Ca... Camila?" Damian’s voice was hoarse, barely a whisper filled with pain.

Within a second, Stellina was smiling from ear to ear. "Camila!" Stellina greeted Camila, who was still adapting to the camera. A few seconds later, Camila immediately waved at Stellina. "Hello, Stellina!" Camila greeted Stellina back. "Oh, my, how are you doing over there?" "I should be the one asking that! I'm fine here, how are you and my mom?" asked Stellina, her voice sounding like she was about to cry. Her longing filled her heart and overwhelmed her in an instant.

So she WAS waiting for him … Mila twists, locking her eyes on me. “Your walls have ears, by the way,” she says with a smirk. Choking on the air I try to swallow down, I cough haggardly, my face turning pink. I move into full view. Both of them seem entertained at my approach. “Hi. I’m Camila.” “I know who you are,” she replies, her face inscrutable and expressionless. Jealousy rears its head inside me again, and I fight the urge to demand to know who she thinks she is.

DELUCA "Looks like your focus has changed. Or maybe… your interests have.” The voice sliced through me like a knife, sharp and deliberate. My grip tightened around the stem of my glass as I turned toward the sound. Camila stood at the edge of the table, her dark brown eyes gleaming beneath the soft glow of the overhead lights. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her sculpted cheekbones and full lips, which curved into a knowing smile. A figure-hugging black dress clung to her body, the plunging neckline and high slit leaving little to the imagination. Gold hoop earrings caught the light as she tilted her head, her gaze fixed on me with unsettling familiarit

“We'll talk about it after you finish training. Your father still wants you to marry Eduardo. But I'm sure he'll listen to you if you're honest with him and, of course, if you do the training well. — Okay, Mom. “We miss you, daughter. - I know. I miss you and Dad too. They talked for a few more minutes and then Camila hung up the phone. Most of the night, Camila stayed talking with her mother and her friends in Brazil. After that, she watched her favorite series on cable TV while having dinner alone in her room. She was about to go to sleep when her cell phone rang. — Hello Camilla. — Denis. Her heart filled with joy.

"Kal, Emma is starting with us so I need her set up on the system to get through security." Warm glowing eyes the colour of amber closed a circuit with Camille's cool blue irises. For a moment Camille thought she saw something stir in Kal's eyes but it was gone within a second leaving Camille no chance to work it out. It spiked her anxiety slightly and illogical thoughts of this male recognising her and planning to report back to Nathan filled her head. She knew it was stupid, Nathan loathed the Draygonians and wouldn't dream of associating with them but, it hadn't even been a week since she escaped his clutches and she was under no illusion that he wasn't looking for her.