My Dear Camila Novels & Stories

Pearl confirmed with a bright smile, "And guess what, there's more here, I want you to come with me to France, in that way you can meet a few business partners in person, I'm sure, they'll be impressed with you!" I hesitated for a minute, expanding to France was a dream opportunity for everyone including me, but leaving right now? Was it the right time? My phone buzzed on the table, it's a name that made my stomach twisted. "Alexandra Kingston!" The moment his name flashed on the screen, my heart clenched, was he calling to apologize? To hurt me again? To speak with me? I exhaled sharply and muted the call. No, not this time, I don't want to ruin my mood.

“It’s close.” He shook his head and vanished into the kitchen. Alone, I did the next logical thing and took out my phone from my purse. What I used it for though, not so logical. “Alexander Jackson past relationships,” I murmured as I typed into my search engine. My eyes flew wide when I saw about five profiles pop up. Looking closer, I realised they were all labelled ‘rumoured relationship’. All but one. Calming, I guess. Delphine Pereira French actress and model

"Are you crazy? I would never do such a thing. You are my best friend; I’ll always make you feel better, not worse." "Thank you so much for being a good friend, Lilah," Camila says, removing her hands from the water and giving my hand a tight squeeze. "You’re welcome" I squeeze her hand back. *** The following morning, I go downstairs into the dining room with Camila close behind. She is feeling so much better this morning. I kiss dad on the cheeks before I take my seat beside him. Camila takes the seat on my other side. "Good morning, Uncle Fred," Camila says with a tight-lipped smile. I’m sure she doesn't want him to ask her why she looks sad, so she is trying her best to look normal.

“I passed out. Nothing happened. I promise you, Anna.” He leaned forward and kissed the skin above my knee where my skirt had ridden up. The touch sent a familiar and comforting feeling through me. His eyes lifted to mine. “I’ll prove it to you right now. Camila is just naturally a bitch.” He pulled out his phone and dialed Camila without hesitation, putting the phone on speaker. The line rang once… twice… then— “Hello, pretty boy,” Camila’s voice purred through the speaker. “Must’ve gotten my present… or do you miss me?”

I heard a familiar voice respond from behind, and I couldn't believe my ears. “Camila Greer!" I said as I turned around, shocked to see her. “Hello there Patricia. I knew you would be thrilled to see me," she said with a smile I wanted to destroy so badly. “Yes, she is thrilled just looking at the expression on her face. Poor thing," Deveny agreed. “You…you killed my baby!" I said looking at Camila. "Really now? I'm attracted to fresh blood, and when I sensed it, I just had to do what I did. It's not like I regret it but—”

“It was a moment. Get rid of those thoughts. Trust me, you don’t want to be in my husband’s bad books.” She walked out, leaving him standing there. Hunter slammed his fist against the cabinet. “Perfect. You were meant to seduce A, and now you’ve got feelings for B. Wonderful, Hunter.” ******************** Camila stood in front of the small house, checking the address again. She’d arrived in San Francisco just a few hours ago, dropped her bag, and rushed straight here. If there was one person she had truly loved in her life, it was her son. She stood there for a moment, trying to steady her breathing, bracing herself for whatever was on the other side of the door.

“You make my father so happy, Thank you." I rose to hug her tightly, holding the woman who had been my only friend when I was lost. “Oh, Camila, thank you. You were there for me when I was a nobody and couldn't even remember who I was…You were my one true friend." Camila pulled back, her eyes brimming with tears. "I’ve come to say goodbye, Martina. I’m leaving for Paris because I want to see the world... it’s what Carlos and I had planned, we were going to see the lights together."

She snorted, crestfallen, this was just beginning, and she didn't want to go on. “You can do it Camila, it's just sex, yes, sex with a disgusting guy.” Camila spoke to herself looking at her reflection, she did it as if she knew something and in reality she didn't know anything, she was a virgin. Was it convenient for her to tell Liam that insignificant detail?

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.