Eda X Camilla Novels & Stories

“Seems like my business partner and me had been called to talk about the issues that had come out in this time. First of all, I would like to introduce my friend to you.” Cameron grabbed Ace’s arm discreetly. She wanted to do it by herself. She wanted to see Diego’s face when she reveled herself. “My name is Camilla Milan, and I’m here to help to find solutions that are suitable for all of us in this room.” Then, the sunglasses fell from her face.

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.”

“I’ll burn the fucking world down.” Dante doesn’t flinch. He just nods once, gruff and steady. “Nothing will happen.” Then he’s gone. I turn back into the room, chest still heaving. Camilla’s standing there, the gun clutched in her hands, her lashes low as she studies it like it’s a small animal. When her gaze finally lifts to mine, she gives me a small smile, and I forget how to breathe. “I got a headshot right,” she tells me, pointing towards one of the targets.

My hand was still on Lyra’s breast. She was still trembling. And I could feel her heart racing under my palm like a bird caught in a fist. “She’s fucking stupid and fat, Damon!” Camilla shouted, spit flying from her mouth as her mascara smeared lower across her face. “You’re going to throw me away for some tight bitch who doesn’t even know what the fuck she’s doing?!” Her voice cracked again. But she didn’t stop.

Ayita came out of the house just in time to see her mother, staring dumbly at someone across. She followed her mother's gaze and saw Xander, staring back at her. "Mother? What's happening here?" Ayita asked. Her eyes were on Xander. Camilla couldn't talk, she didn't utter a word. She only continued staring at Xander. Xander walked forward, his arms folded. "It is you, what a small world." Camilla shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "What are you doing here, you evil man!"

She laughs, it’s a good laugh, low and genuine, and then her eyes move, naturally, the way eyes do, to me. She does the calculation quickly. I see it happen. Her gaze goes to me, then to Daxton, then back to Dante, and something adjusts in her expression, not hostile, just recalibrating. “I’m sorry,” she says, pleasantly. “I’m Camille.” “Eris,” I say. “And who’s this?” she asks, looking at Daxton. Daxton looks up from the decorative bowl he has been examining. “I’m Daxton,” he says. “I’m seven. We’re getting a bath mat.” He holds up the bowl. “Can we get this?”

It’s like an Audrey Hepburn remake and so freaking cute, I cannot help but eye up the sexy stilettos and wonder if they are Louboutin. “Hell no, Dahling. I’m Camilla. I’m here for my awful roots.” She smiles and tilts her head at the mirror, messing with her non-existent regrowth. “Ghastly, I look like death. Can’t believe I even left the house like this.” She winks, her precision red-lined lips forming the most seductive of smiles, and I am strangely captivated by this overly sensual beast. She has something that just draws you in and holds you prisoner effortlessly.

“Ungrateful bitch.” He crossed the cross road and brought out his phone from his back pocket. He dialed Sophia number, she answered after the first ring. “Come pick me. I’m at the Bulls casino.”Ryder said. Without waiting for her reply end the call. GIOVANNI VILLA “CAMILLA ROOM” Camilla stood infront of the mirror, staring at her reflection. She was undeniably alluring. Her crimson red gown hugged her body in all the right places. Her curves where visible. At the top of the dress, alittle of her cleavage showed.

He carefully lifted his head and looked at Eric for a long time. He looked through the window and remembered Jenny's words. That evening before Dinner, Emma was disguised and asked to see the warder on duty. She was here to see that Camilla didn't live to see the dawn of the next day. She placed a huge sum of money on his desk. She declared her intention and she wants Camilla dead the next day. She was glad. It appears that Camilla, a girl, has so many enemies. After Wronging Rodrigo Campbell, she had crossed the path of someone else.

I chuckle sardonically. As if she has fallen for his lies, they start kissing mannerlessly again. It's disgusting as fuck to watch them snogging. She suddenly pulls away and gazes at Flex seductively. "Camilla is pretty, right?" He nods. "Is that even a question?" She rolls her eyes. "I think i should sprinkle some flavor to her beauty. So that she can be the fairest of them all..." This does not sound good. "What do you mean?" asks Flex.