Finding Camellia Novels & Stories

Camella said matter-of-factly with a seductive smile looking at Alland. “Impossible.” Saut Alland without looking at Camella’s face. Camella’s eyes widened in shock, but she quickly covered them and acted calm. Then he took out a business card that said ‘Camella Oliver’ along with his cell phone number. He approached Alland who was still sitting straight and tucked the business card into the pocket of Alland’s jacket. “Who knows you might change your mind, because I really want you.” Camella whispered sensually in Alland’s ear.

asked Kelvin quietly, staring at Reya who somehow felt awkward with that gaze. Slowly, Reya nodded. "Don't you remember me one bit?" Kelvin continued to make sure. Reya immediately laughed, why in the last few days so many people ask questions like that. Indeed, what was happening to her that everyone seemed to be surprised by his name, even though there was nothing strange about the name Camilla, she was just happy to have it. "Sorry!" he said softly, his eyes seemed guilty.

The CEO is smiling as he speaks, “yes, what is it? Don’t be shy to ask me. . . you will be working under my name.” Sam is picking up himself, “why I am choosing between the two—“ His words are cut when the CEO laugh, “did you see already that you are now the live broadcaster inside the Bussage International School!” He is puzzled for a moment until his right hand is signing on the pad. It appears in real-time on the screen of the CEO. Cameron Alfred Bussage is the CEO of the CAM application and a member of the Bussage International University director’s board. Sam didn’t have any idea who is he talking with this time.

“Find out now.” “Yes.” “The location too.” Ronal nodded. “Understood.” Calvin leaned back, but his hands clenched tightly. “A blind date…” he muttered cynically. “You move quickly, Camelia.” Evening approached night. Camelia walked out of a small boutique. She had changed into neater clothes, though still simple. Her phone suddenly rang. She opened her email. One message came in. Then another. Camelia stopped walking. “A rejection?” she murmured softly.

"Can I move the white camellia in the courtyard to my new place?" Freddie frowned. "It's already March. The flowers will wither soon. There's no point moving it now. Besides, the flowers will all fall off during the transplant." I smiled faintly. "It'll bloom again next year." Even though I wouldn't be around to see it. Freddie looked at me deeply and said nothing more. However, Bianca suddenly chimed in, "Oh my, I've heard that camellias symbolize bad luck. The way they drop resembles a decapitation. Should we just dig it up? I want to plant some laurels instead!"

Waverly thought of her plan and asked them to make another news. [Shocking! Waverly’s Birthday Banquet Decorated In White Camellias!] Included were a few photos of the flowers. There were White Camellia flowers everywhere on the venue’s rooftop. The flowers were placed one next to another as they sprouted from the long, dewy tendrils, curling to one another as they did. Though small and delicate, the flowers were white like snow; it gave off a profound sense of sacredness.

She joked. I laughed, more freely this time. “You are probably right about that.” Sameera’s voice piped up again in my mind, “Ask her if there is a flower that represents *dealing with impossible men.* You might need a whole garden of those.” Aveline’s eyes sparkled as her eyes fell on a red bloom. “And this one,” she continued, picking one of them. “This is a red camellia. It means *you are a flame in my heart.* You should give one to Xavier and watch him squirm.”

Camellia never used perfume, so it was obvious who the scent belonged to. "What are you thinking, baby?" Andres teased while tapping her nose affectionately. Camellia's sharp eyes caught a faint red lipstick stain on his finger. On the second day of their marriage, Andres had secretly tattooed a camellia on his ring finger. He had told her that the ring finger had a blood vessel that led directly to the heart. This was a symbol of their shared bond and how she would always be connected to his heart, but that spot now bore a mark that did not belong to her.

Her creation was perfect. Mara giggled when she saw a middlemist red camellia growing near a lake. It's been more than eight years since she last saw one of these flowers and up till now, she still can't help herself but feel mesmerized. "She used to love those flowers too, right?" Mara jumped in surprise when someone suddenly spoke behind her. She looked back and saw Lust and Gluttony looking at the flower she's holding. "Yeah, Adelaide did loved those flowers," Wrath chuckled and picked one. "I actually thought she'd name our daughter after this flower. Camellia."

Leah took a deep breath of the fresh and mixed-up scent of flowers. She looked at the counter and saw a young boy. Maybe he was a part-timer. Leah looked around the shop until her eyes halted on the specific flower pot. She was surprised to see a white Camellia which she had never seen before in this shop, there was not only white Camellia but red and pink too. He walked towards the counter while she just leaned against the wall beside the entrance door as she folded her arms on her chest waiting for him to set her free.