Eda X Camilla Novels & Stories

“You’ll have to excuse my daughter, Meadow. She’s a bit… open-minded.” “And gay,” Camilla cut in, shrugging when Mel scowled at her. “Which is exactly why I said you’re my type.” My cheeks hurt from how hard I was smiling. It was so refreshing to see a face like Camilla’s and to have someone like her around. “Well, nice to meet you, Camilla,” I said politely. “I think you and I will make great friends.” “Well,” she tilted her head slightly, biting down on her bottom lip to hide her smile. “If we’re going to be friends, then you can call me Cami.”

“And so are you, darling. Let’s continue where we left off.” Leandro was about to kiss Bianca when the latter stopped him. “Hmmm… tell me first. Will I be your Mrs. Vega soon?” Leandro chuckled flirtatiously. “Of course, darling. Now let me kiss you.” Camilla didn’t know how many times her heart shattered today. She wanted to scream. She wanted to turn and run, but instead she stayed frozen for a moment and just listened. Finally, she found her voice. “I’m just here to get my things. I don’t plan to stay. I don’t want to see either of your faces longer than I have to.”

"I don't have anything to say to you, Damon. Or...oh...I think I do." He raised his head, eager to listen to me now. "I, Camilla, reject you, Damon, as my mate. I hereby cut whatever ties I have with you." I said and shut my eyes as I let out a deep breath. I never accepted the rejection and that was why I'd been feeling like he was telling the truth, I'd started considering listening to him and agreeing with his new decision. "Camilla...what? You didn't just do that." He said with his mouth wide agape. And then he whispered. "Cassius is a killer. He'd kill you too. Only a matter of time. Come on, Camilla. You're not this dull."

Alex The crowd erupted in cheers as Camilla took the platform, commanding attention with such ease that everyone was taken by surprise. Her voice was solid, her motions confident, and her interaction with the crowd was nothing short of captivating. She had the kind of presence that could persuade even the most dubious individual to believe what she said.

a familiar woman said, averting Xander’s attention. Xander sat up to see Camilla leaning against the door frame of the gym entrance. Her long black hair was in its usual braid down her narrow back. She wore her purple workout bra and a pair of black yoga pants, showing off her incredible form. She had a feminine body, but she also had abs revealing how much she worked out and how strong she truly was. Her chocolate milk brown eyes turned in his direction and her perfect cherry red lips were tilted upward in a sly smile.

You are a caring man" Camilla said, "I wish to have you as my wife, because, you seems cool, beautiful with long hair, and your height and voice Is driving me crazy" Mickel said, "did you know anything about sex?" he asked, "I can't say precisely" Camilla retorted, "Can you ride on me, can you give me blow job?" Mickel asked, "I don't know anything like that, I'm not exposed" Camilla said, "How old are you?" Mickel asked,

Wait, Camilla acted as my friend the whole time for her job? She works for the silver family.!!

Bill, bringing friends into the company to gist and talk instead of working. Alicia gave them a quick but warm smile. Drake who wanted to engage her in another conversation was stopped when he noticed Camilla stepping down from the stairs. Alicia glanced at Camilla and another lady who looked strange but familiar as they descended down the stairs stopping her from ascending. "What do you seek here?" Camilla asked and Alicia's eyes turned bloodshot. Her face cold and her aura reeking uncontrollably which sent shivers down Camilla's spine at the sudden pressure, it was as if she was setting up her own chilvarious protocol emitting same aura just as Samson does. Although, it affected her, Camil

Russo laughed softly, “Don’t worry about that, dear. The important thing is, he likes you.” “He doesn't.” No one would believe her with that blush on her face. She was right to say that, the only thing I fancied about her was her sweet little cunt, that face, the unexpected things that came out her mouth, her innocence— and the urge to ruin it. I wasn't a good guy in her life, I was the one who wanted to ruin it. To push her limits and bring out the dark thoughts that screamed despite her silence. Camille was a mask. She wore a calm that didn't suit her. She may have been born a calm child, but with the chaos around her, something stuck, something dark she didn't want to give into.