My Dear Camila Novels & Stories

⸻ At the hospital, Camila watched Aurora feed Damien and smiled. “When are you leaving?” Damien asked. “Weekend,” Camila replied with a sigh. “Where are you going?” Aurora asked curiously. “Japan,” Camila said, making Aurora smile. “School?” she asked, and Camila nodded. “Simon will see to everything you need,” Damien said just as a man and Simon walked in. “Mr. Vladimir,” the man greeted, and Damien nodded. “Shouldn’t you be seeing my father instead of me?” Damien asked.

“Are you sure?” Leonardo slowly stood up and gently wiped her tears. “I love only you Camila. Neither in this life nor the next would I even dream of leaving your side.” Camilla's cheeks turned to a deep shade of red and she buried her face in his chest. “I love you too.”

Intrigued, Amelia probed further. "Perfect in what way?" she inquired, genuinely interested in understanding Camila's perspective. Camila paused for a moment, her mind seemingly lost in thoughts of Ethan. "Well, Amelia, he's not only incredibly handsome, but he's also intelligent, caring, and has a great sense of humor," she explained, a touch of admiration evident in her voice. "He's the complete package." As they finished putting on their bikinis, Amelia couldn't help but remark on the seriousness of their love. "You know what, Camila, your love with Ethan seems so damn serious," she commented, her voice filled with a mix of awe and amusement.

“Camila lost her mom a few days ago so I decided to take care of her.” “I've noticed that there is a whole lot of closure between the both of you. Are you sure there isn't something else you're hiding from me?” He rose his brow. “No. Absolutely not. I have nothing to hide, Damian. Her name is Camila and she is a lotus wolf.” “Okay then,” he shrugged, letting it go. “Are you going to come to bed or would you rather spend the night here with Camila?” “No, of course not.” She got up from Camila's bed then where she sat before leaving to turn off the lights.

"Love me or hate me, both are in my favor... If you love me, I will always be in your heart. If you hate me, I will always be in your mind." — William Shakespeare Petrópolis - Camila! What are you doing here? - Hi, aunt. Camila looked so downcast, carrying a briefcase in her left hand and a large bag over her shoulder. His sunglasses hid his brown eyes. - My God! What are you doing here? You had to be with your fiancé right now, right? Her aunt Beatriz almost screamed. She was shocked to see her niece on her doorstep.

Chelle turned. Camila stood there, posture elegant, smile delicate. “Oh—hi.” Chelle stretched out her hand. Camila looked at it. Then at her. Her smile dropped and her fingers didn’t move. “I don’t like you.” The words slid out smooth and flat. Chelle’s hand slowly lowered. Camila stepped closer. Close enough for Chelle to smell her perfume. Close enough that the balcony railing pressed into Chelle’s lower back. “I know about you,” Camila whispered. “With the little shit you did with Simon in the past .”

“Honey, you are finally here” Luke greeted Camila as she walked in to the company looking as gorgeous as never before, he remembered that only one person looked like her. Camila’s mother was the love of his life and he would have been happy to have the both of them beside him if not that she chose to disgrace him.

I had not even seen a picture of this Cathy, but I felt like I already knew her… down to the fact that her bias in One Direction was ZAYN MALIK. I could not even call it TMI because Felicia was extremely happy, and that made me happy too. And besides she was always there to listen to me whenever I gushed about Liam. “I can’t wait to see the woman that turned you into a lover girl” I said. She laughed “maybe I might even set us up for a double date” she said. “Yeah” Soon Felecia yawned… for someone that slept so early, I had kept her way past her bedtime and I felt the tiniest bit guilty.

"It seems that the goddess has decided to return Vilicent to Vladimier's side. Please try to show some happiness over that." "Of course I'm happy for him!" Chester said, shooting a glare towards Tristan. "I'm just amazed, as it has been over a hundred years since her passing. How is it possible that she is here now?" "A miracle." Vladimier said instantly. "A miracle that I will treasure for all eternity." At his words, I felt a blush begin to creep up my neck and onto my cheeks. Though I had my memories returned and all the memories I shared with this man, it was still like the first time all over again since it had been so very long.

I can't help but notice the expensive modern furniture, from the couches to the table to the fireplace to the flat-screen to the glittering delicate chandelier to the beautiful paintings hang on the wall. I walk barefoot on the crystal-tiled floor and throw myself on the sofa, just beside him. "I'm Camilla Clarkson." He's a bit surprised. "You share a name with my mom. Though she likes being called Mila." "It's only my friends that call me Mila. I hate that name." "Why do you hate that name, Mila?" "I don't remember saying you are my friend," I giggle. "Enough with the teasing, this is the part you also tell me your name."