Finding Camelia Novels & Stories

The news of the birth of a new holy daughter came as a shock to the kingdom. It was even more so since it wasn't one of the potential holy daughters groomed by the nobles or the king. Her name was unknown, but her Saint name was-Camelia. Camelia Castitas. She was a beautiful young girl, her long golden hair flowed in the wind and her impassive face gave an impression of grandeur and power. Camelia never smiled. For she found no happiness in this world.

If they could not win Charmine location-wise, they could only… Thinking of something, Max’s eyes lit up as he said to Waverly, “What about this: I’ll ask them to move over all of the newly-bred White Camellia flowers for the decoration in two days.” When Waverly heard that, her frown eased slightly. “Alright. Thank you, brother.” She smiled. The White Camellia was a mysterious flower that only existed in mythology. Rumors had it that there were only leaves with no petals. It was a very rare species.

Stopping beside her chair, Camelia Alvarado gave her a serious look, as Ana's heart started to thump against her ribcage. “ Come with me. ” Surprising Ana, she asked in a neutral tone. Nodding her head, Ana too wiped her mouth and got up from the chair to follow Camelia Alvarado. Ana didn't know what was going on in Camelia Alvarado's head and it was scaring her a little in all honesty. She stopped when they both reached the same flower garden, as the sweet fragnance made Ana take in a huge breath. This was soothing. She sighed and turned to look at Camelia Alvarado, who was staring at the flowers in front of her, thoughtfully.

“Okay, okay.” Kal smiled, giving Camille a soft kiss before leading her into the elevator. Similar to last time, the garden was void of anyone else. Camille wasn’t sure if it was just coincidence or if the guys had made arrangements that it only be them enjoying the lush greenery and brightly coloured plant life. For a moment, Camille hesitated in leaving the elevator, waiting for something to happen that told her Kal’s bracelet failed. But before too long the scent of flowers hanging on the evening air was too enticing to ignore and Camille’s feet propelled her forward out of the elevator and under the canopy of alien flora.

Daren looked up, having been focused on the documents in front of him, then stared sharply at Camelia. “What are you doing here?” Camelia walked closer and sat on the edge of the desk. “I want you to transfer some money. It’s been a long time since I went shopping,” she said casually. “The bag I’ve been eyeing is finally available. Limited edition.” “You’ll come with me for a walk, right? We can go on a date. At night, I promise I’ll give you my best service in bed,” Camelia stroked Daren’s cheek with a soft, seductive movement.

Camelia swore that she recognized that she had sinned in starting to like someone else's husband; Camelia hoped that one day, when she went to heaven, God would prepare a man like Felix for Camelia's next life. "Samuel," Camelia replied, holding back her nervousness. "What's the problem?" asked Felix, trying to look calm, still standing in the afternoon sunlight that dazzled Elisa's face. "Asking me to model a product that will be launched next month," Camelia explained, looking up slightly. "So?" ***

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.

said Keyla. “Oh, wait a minute, I’ll get it for you,” Camellia immediately complied with Keyla’s wish to take a Doraemon-shaped chocolate that was placed in a tall window. Because Camellia’s height can be said to be petite because she is only 165 cm, so she had a bit of difficulty picking it up plus there were many visitors jostling to take the same chocolate.

' Pamela pleaded and Elaine nodded in agreement. 'Alright!' Camellia said, trying to hide her impatience. 'I shall get special things for all of you!' And she walked briskly out the door, into the streets, brought out her sunshades and wore over her eyes. She had an important appointment to keep. While on her way, she bumped on someone. 'Will you watch where you are going?' she shouted. She was starting to regret not driving herself to the venue of her appointment with the goon. She just didn't want her car being spotted in that area of town.

What remained now was a cold, calculated clarity. Camelia sipped her black coffee, unsweetened. She sat on the terrace of a private villa she had purchased years ago under the name of her most loyal personal assistant—a middle-aged woman named Maya, whom she regarded more as a mother figure than an employee. For the past five years, Camelia hadn't just been working for William; she had been quietly weaving her own safety net. She was no naive woman who would surrender her entire life into one basket, no matter how sincere her love had once been.