Finding Camellia Manta Novels & Stories

Camellia mischievously winked, asserting her dominance. "You have to admit, you fell for his face, right?" "What's wrong with that? We are creatures of desire." Camellia smirked, her eyes turning cold and revealing a hint of ruthlessness. "I am attracted to his face. If he doesn't serve me or gets in my way, I'll kill him without mercy." "Really ruthless!" "It's necessary," Camellia chuckled, then looked through the binoculars again. "He looks good with those colored contact lenses. I love his purple eyes. Almost mesmerizing me completely."

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

There is nothing more maddening than to be desired carefully when you are desperate to be ruined. —A Lover’s Journal, 19th c. CAMELLIA Was it too soon to be this happy? “This is Camellia. She carries my child. She is my mate, and soon to be your Luna. You will honor her. You will tend to her. You will defend her as if she were the Moon herself coming down among us. That is not a request. Fail me, and I will show you just how quietly and completely I can destroy a life.”

“He’s not. He’s just being… nice.” “Nice?” Camilla laughed. “Suit yourself.” Pushing her hand into the hem of her dress, Camilla pulled out her own necklace. It was identical to the one Kyle gave Hana, but instead of a green gem in the heart of the pendant, there was a blue one. Whereas Kyle’s own had C. K. M. Camilla’s own had C. M. M. Hana knew what the letters on Kyle’s pendant stood for. Calvin Kyle McKenna. But she didn’t know that for Camilla.

“Ha! You are nothing! With your family’s wealth, an Adonis that has a gorgeous face. People would not want to look at you twice if it weren’t for all of that!” Camellia walked through the Lancester luxury housing complex, her feet stomping lightly on the asphalt. As the sun was starting to rise, she ran to the bus stop. Camellia stepped out a little early to catch the bus, and then a very familiar black sedan parked right next to her. She turned away from the driver of the vehicle, who had rolled down the window, and she put on earphones with loud music instead. Camellia did it purposefully in front of the attractive man’s face, who was giving her a blank expression.

“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.

' Camellia nodded, thinking to herself, I might not even need up to an hour to attain my designs on you, dear Lyncan king. Camellia quickly stripped. She was going to make good this opportunity, there might never be another. 'After seducing him, I shall take pictures of us naked and send it to Alexa so she can eat herself up with jealousy! ' she smiled. With only her lacy bra and panties on, she wrapped a robe round her and went into the room Hector was in. From the door, she could hear him on the phone. She got a tray and then glasses and a bottle of wine from the suite's built in bar. Hector was still on the phone. It must be the important meeting he kept talking of. He must have started h

Camilla's eyes fixed on her reflection in the dressing mirror, carefully studying the green moss diamond dress that Lauren had sent her for Maria Clint's birthday party in Paris. The dress sparkled under the light, adding a touch of elegance to the occasion. Her fingers traced the intricate diamond patterns as a smile formed on her lips, "It's perfect... let the girls know they did an amazing job." Camilla spoke to Lauren through the video call, glancing at her phone perched securely on the mirror's corner ledge.

Instead, she opened the browser and typed two words. Camila Calloway. The search loaded. Images came up first. Helena’s thumb hovered. She clicked. The third photo in the grid stopped her cold. It was taken at what looked like a rooftop event. City lights behind them. Velmont skyline. Both of them dressed up, standing close, his hand on the small of her back in the particular way of a man who has put his hand there before. Camila Calloway was laughing at something off-camera. Beautiful. Effortlessly, infuriatingly beautiful.

MICHELLE’s POV. My mouth hangs open in awe as Enzo opens the car door for me. The mansion in front of me looks like something out of a fairytale. Every detail, every extravagance is unique and I can not help but marvel at it. The Middlemist Red Camellia gracing his front lawn catches my attention and I can not help but be wowed. This flower is one of the rarest flowers and Enzo has it in abundance and not to mention the beautiful mansion that looks like a chapel. The one who designed this house must have spent years coming up with the best design.