Finding Camellia Novels & Stories

I’m dead broke, and I can only hope it is enough to soften their view of me, even a little. “As for my gift,” Camala continues, smiling as if she hadn’t just crushed someone moments ago, “I sourced the finest tea from outside Eboncrest.” Her smile widens. “It’s rare. Difficult to find across the lands. But as you all know, I only settle for the best.” The reactions are mixed. Some look impressed. Others look like they’re forcing themselves to be. I could be imagining it. “What does it do?” Kessi asks.

She didn’t run. She turned into a photo booth, yanked the curtain closed, and called Rachel. “They’re tailing me. I need an extraction.” Rachel responded fast. “Two minutes. Red motorcycle. Look for license tag XDN-433.” The moment the cur tain fluttered, Camellia burst out, sprinted across the platform, and leapt onto the bike just as it roared past. She didn’t look back.

“Cecelia, explain to us what you did. Why can’t you find anything?” Cecelia takes a moment, collecting her thoughts. “When I examined Camellia, I was looking for any magical traces that might explain her memory loss. But there’s nothing there—no spells, no curses.” “It’s unusual,” she continues. “Memories are usually suppressed or blocked with spells, easy enough to trace and reverse. But Camellia’s...it’s like they were extracted and removed entirely. There’s an echo, a trace that something was there, but it’s empty now. It’s unlike anything I’ve seen before. I need to do more research.”

' 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.

“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 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…”

I said as I held out the box to her. She eyes the box suspiciously, slowly taking it from me. “What’s inside?” “Open it and see for yourself.” She sighed. “Aren’t you full of surprises, Mr. Yezhov?” Opening the box, her eyes dilated. Camellias, white and pink. They were pure and delicate, untouched by the filth of this world. Just like her. She covered her mouth as she gasped. “Camellias?” She glanced at me, completely shocked. “These are so expensive and hard to find in New York.”

Camellia had refused for reason that the black flower did not make many people interested in buying it, but, finally, Peter himself planted it and took care of it. "Nothing for sure... I'm sorry to trouble you." Tessa bowed slightly, apologizing to the woman, who was estimated to be 70 years old. "There is." Camellia looked at the woman in front of her and gave a faint smile. "Where is it?" Tessa looked around, but there wasn't the flower she was looking for. "Come here; I've put them in a special place." Camellia tugged gently on the hand of the woman in front of her.

They all took a seat under the shade of a large oak tree. “The flowers are all beautiful, Your Highness,” observed the countess. “This garden was a gift from His Majesty for my sixteenth birthday,” the princess confessed. “I love coming here.” The maids poured tea in each of the gold decorated cups, and a gentle peach smell filled the air. “Oh, this is delicious,” Lady Jepli commented. “Francis, another guest will join us shortly, so be sure to guide her here.” “Yes, Your Highness.” Aurora took a sip of her tea while eyeing Magnolia.

“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.