My Dear Camila Novels & Stories

"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."

How do you delete a text? Maybe I can just sneak out before he gets here. Then again, who do I get to take me? I chuckled sadly. I'm the lonely miserable Camilla with no friends. Of course. I drew the bottle closer, falling on my head. I'm exhausted. My shoulders raked with sobs. Ugh. Don't cry. Don't you dare cry. Miranda. I'll plead with her to help. Who am I kidding? I didn't even have Miranda's number to tell her.

Her knees became weak, and she sat down on the floor, feeling devastated. Lucas approached her, carrying the man’s heart. He crouched down and gave the man’s heart to her. “Here. Keep his heart since you like him.” The heart was still beating. Camila looked away as she talked. “I don’t like him. We just met,” she told Lucas. The man lifted her chin with his other freed hand. He looked at her entire face.

I snapped my eyes open as a thought crossed my mind. “We have to kill him.” I didn’t know if I was speaking out of facts or anger but… I wasn’t about to lose the woman I love. Not in a million fucking chance. — Camilla took a step back, and the look in her eyes—God, it was like she didn’t know me anymore. Like I was a stranger. It hurt more than I thought possible. “Camilla... please, no.” My voice cracked as I reached for her, but she shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks.

Then she stood, squared her shoulders, and whispered to her reflection: “Let the #MakeTheSuperstarFallInLoveIn90DAYS begin.” ** Emily’s fingers hovered over her phone screen as she sat in the quiet corner of the university library, her heart pounding like a war drum. She opened Charles Adam’s official profile. It was polished, curated, and maddeningly impersonal. Photos from red carpets, behind-the-scenes clips, interviews, and promotional posters for his upcoming film, The Last Ember, co-starring the ever-glamorous Margeaux Shell.

"You're right, Mother. I can't let this distract me from the most important thing." "That's my boy," Beth said, beaming with pride. "Now, let's get you ready for the big event. The world is waiting for Mark Cadet, the future governor!" ***** Kamila stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection in the stylish white suit.Her long, dark hair was tied back in a low sleek ponytail, and her light makeup made her emerald green eyes really shine. Mark had always claimed to prefer her without the makeup, but the little witch Nicole, he was cheating on her with, always wore heavy makeup.

Lucas De Luca's Point of View I could feel my jaw tightening as I overheard Camilla speaking with someone on the phone. Her voice sounded unusually sweet and affectionate—way too affectionate for my liking. She kept using pet names like "sweetheart" and "baby," her tone filled with warmth and happiness. It hit a nerve I didn’t know I had. Damn it. Annoyance surged through me so strongly that I didn’t even bother acknowledging her presence. Instead, I walked straight past her without a word and headed into the elevator. I caught a glimpse of her face—she looked visibly startled by my sudden reaction.

“What? Do you expect me to get out of the picture just like that? You think I owe you a clean break? A gift-wrapped ending so you two can finally play house in my home without the mess?” She frowned, speechless for a while, before she started laughing as though she had just lost it. I clenched my jaw as she doubled over in laughter. I don't see anything funny. "You still don't get it, do you?" she mocked. "Poor, Camilla..." "He. Never. Loved. You," she emphasized each word, as if making sure I understood what she meant. "This," she gestured her hands in the air.

Vivianna didn’t force her, she picked Emilia up gently and held her tight to her chest They stood like that for a while, mother and daughter in a quiet kitchen, surrounded by untouched food and the smell of strawberries Later that morning after Emilia had left with her nanny, Vivianna stayed in the kitchen, she stood by the sink, staring out at the garden but not really seeing it. She heard the quiet sound of heels against the marble floor. Turning around, she saw Camila enter the room, silent as always, precise and unreadable. She'd been expecting her Camila didn’t say hello, she placed a plain white envelope and a small USB drive on the counter “Good day, ma'am ” Camila said curtly. “That