My Dear Camila Novels & Stories

Camila I watched as she sighed, gathering herself to share something I could tell was buried deep in her heart, something that hurt her even now. "Your father," she continued, her eyes distant as if she was seeing a different time, "he loved me deeply. I was his world. I was young, innocent—his beautiful wife that he could show off to others. So when the takeover happened, when our world crumbled, you’d expect him to protect us, to get us to safety, wouldn’t you?"

Leonard introduced while Diego turned but his expression dropped immediately. “C-Camille?” He shutters looking at Camille like he’s just seen a ghost. “Do you know each other?” Leonard asked while Camille shook her head as she stand beside her father elegantly. “No, daddy. This is my first time seeing him, Do I know you mister?” Camille mutters, a thin smirk appeared on her lips. “I’m Camille Sylvia Guevara, One and only daughter of Guevara.” She introduced herself while the glass cup with Diego fell out of shock, his jaw dropped and his eyes narrowed.

I made him lie on his back, grabbed a pillow from the sofa to put under my knees so I could be comfortable. Once I was in a good position, I reached up into his lap and started to jack him off. "Oh God!" he said. "No, I'm not God, I'm Camila. Camila Peters. Your only sister" I corrected him. "Camy! Your touch feels so good." "You like my hands on your cock? Wait until my mouth is on it! Sucking your shaft, licking the head of your cock, giving you head. You're in for a treat, the best mum and Dad never gave you”

The list went on. Admittedly, in the right company, it was an impressive record. “Crimes are what I do. You, on the other hand, are a—” “Do not say little girl.” Camila took a step toward me, bringing her close, too close. Laying her hands on my chest, she leaned closer, pushed up on her toes and brought her lips to mine. The hell? No, heaven.

"But now I'm tired of it. The so-called charm you're so proud of means nothing to me." Those words hit harder than any bullet. The veins on Killian's temples pulsed. "Fine. Very fine," he hissed. "Seraphina, you really are cold-blooded." "This time, no matter how much you cry and beg, I won't ever look at you again." I just smiled faintly. That day would never come. Killian shot me one last, searing glare. Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he spun around and strode to the edge of the deck.

I haven't felt this attracted to any woman since Isabella's mother died and I still love her I'm sure Camila won't even return my affection if I end up liking her which I will make sure I don't. As I was lost in thoughts, Isabella ran over to me and hugged me. "Hey, big baby." I lifted her in my arms as I looked back at Camila who was looking at both of us. "Did you enjoy your day?" She nodded her head affirmatively before jumping down from my hands and picking up her pad to write. "Camila said she can dance so well. I want her to be my dance tutor." Isabella wrote and Camila almost choked on her water.

-Chris... -What happened, Camila? -You don't want to take a shower first? You seem so tired, love, I'll get you something to eat. -No, sweetheart. I just want you. -he said as he untied the sash of my robe, leaving part of my body partially bare. -I think you better do as I say. - I murmured.

THE SERUM’S SECRET Elijah's smirk grew wider as he began to circle around Maya and Ava. "You're quite the troublemaker, Maya," he said. "I must admit, I'm impressed." Maya's eyes never left Elijah's face. "What do you want from me?" she demanded. Elijah chuckled. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I want," he said. "You see, Maya, you have something that belongs to us. Something that could change the course of human history."

*************** Smiling gently at the two naked and weak bodies inside the huge bathtub that can contain two or more people, I wash their bodies with the wet cloth in my hand, caressing and washing them gently while they purr and moan comfortably. Leaning towards them, I dropped kisses on both their heads, then cheeks and lips. “How did you both know I was here? And how did you both meet?” I asked, curiously. Opening her eyes slightly, then closing them back, Camila responded, “I found out about your feelings for him months ago and seeing how you struggle to contain your feelings, I just couldn't take it anymore. Besides, I know you well and I believe in your love for me. I am ready to share

She dragged herself out of bed, threw on a hoodie, and shuffled to the table. Her mom had made eggs, toast, and tea. The TV was on in the background. “…breaking news, Ezra Hale, only son of the Hale Corporation, is officially engaged to Ivy Cruz. This union is said to be one of the biggest alliances in business history—” Seraphine grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. “I can’t,” she muttered. Camila sighed, squeezing her daughter’s hand. “Eat, baby. You need your strength.” Seraphine nodded weakly but barely touched her food.