Finding Camelia Novels & Stories

Camellia responded sharply, hastily wiping away her tears. “Cami, you shouldn’t be so tough on yourself. I promise I’ll help you sort this out soon. You don’t have to live in fear or dwell on the past—it's behind you now, and you’re safe here,” Amy reassured her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “Are you sure those people won’t find me here?” Camellia asked, her voice tinged with fear. “Yes, this place is safe and calm. They won’t be able to locate you…”

"Just like there are many flowers in the world, the red camellia is the rarest of them all. You are like the red camellia. Rare. And that makes you special." Camille to her daughter, Ally (8 yrs old) ______________________________________________ ALLY's POV "The moonstone. It will set you free." The first thing I smelt when I came to was coffee. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling. Unfamiliar. I was tucked in securely and my bones ached all over when I tried to get up.