Finding Camilla Manga Novels & Stories

I said with a frown. "Come on, girl, that man is in love with you. Just wait and see—one of these days he is going to confess," Camilla said with an evil glint in her eyes. I wondered what she was up to. I finished my food and decided to go back to my room, feeling my body in pain. I lay back down and fell asleep, which resulted in another nightmare.

And when the light faded—Camela was gone. Only Camilla stood in front of him, her face calm and her voice soft, but her words were harsh. “She doesn’t cry anymore, fox. That means she belongs to me.” Vincent staggered forward, his chest heaving with rage. His claws dripped with blood, and his eyes blazed gold. “Where is she?” he roared. Camilla stepped closer. She lifted her flaming hand, reaching up towards his face. “Do you truly want to find out?”

“I’ll burn the fucking world down.” Dante doesn’t flinch. He just nods once, gruff and steady. “Nothing will happen.” Then he’s gone. I turn back into the room, chest still heaving. Camilla’s standing there, the gun clutched in her hands, her lashes low as she studies it like it’s a small animal. When her gaze finally lifts to mine, she gives me a small smile, and I forget how to breathe. “I got a headshot right,” she tells me, pointing towards one of the targets.

he asked. My heart started beating faster. “Now is not the right time.” “I know. I just wonder if there ever will be.” I didn’t answer, and he didn’t expect me to. My silence said more than anything I could have told him. We stood there for a few moments, side by side in a room full of wolves dressed like royalty. Someone cleared their throat behind us, and we turned. It was Camilla. She wore a white body-hugging dress with a high slit in the back, and her hair was pulled into a tight bun. She looked calm, but her eyes scanned the room with clinical precision.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

Camilla said, Camilla switched on the television and she said, “I will get you toys and games, just give me some time” she said, and she fastened the door, Camill walked Into the bedroom where she laid on the bed and she was In the deep thought, and she said to herself, “this guy wanted to send me to early grave, eh, surrender,” but I later surrendered”she said, “I started begging him to leave me” she said, “ what I suppose to enjoy later turned sore and pain, and all my private body was hurting me, all my spine was hurting me up till now” Camilla said,

“Can I have you? I want you so badly, Camila…” ****

CAMILLA'S POV I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling. I tried to stand up but I felt very weak. I immediately realised that I hadn't had anything to eat in three days. Maybe I shouldn't have rejected that food. If that man wanted he could kill me with his bare hands. He wouldn't waste time using poison. I shuddered at the thought of him and still struggled to stand up. I gathered all my strength and might and stood up and tried to gain balance. I walked towards the curtains and pulled them open. The light rays from the sun hit my eyes immediately and they burned. I rubbed my ears violently and after a few seconds they adjusted to the light.

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Four Raphael’s POV Camilla left for her doctor's appointment. I really wanted to go with her but I understood her concerns. Now wasn’t the time for rumors to go around. A part of me hoped she would want to keep the baby but I wouldn’t voice that to her. I wanted her to make her decision by herself.

Alex As I got out of the elevator, I heard a small, painful moan. My heart skipped a beat, and I swiftly turned to face the voice. Camilla lay on the ground, holding her leg. Her face was pale, and her hair was stuck to her forehead from sweat. She appeared delicate, like a bird with a broken wing. "Camilla!" I called, my voice stiff with fear. My feet reacted before I could think, and I was at her side in seconds.