My Dear Camila Novels & Stories

** Flashback. A young woman's voice was heard saying, "Look at you, you're quite handsome, huh?" accompanied by laughter. "Hm." Kylian wanted to respond, but his whole body was numb. He couldn't move at all. His vision was just dark. "If only I could marry someone as handsome as you, I would be happy." The woman laughed again, but her laughter sounded like she was about to cry. 'Why did you say that?' Kylian wanted to ask, but he couldn't. He felt like something was taking him away into deeper darkness.

“Right… not related of course.” Leo’s dad scratched his head, clearly not recognizing the name. “I don’t think we have anything under–” Camila cut him off, flashing her phone. “It’s probably in the back. You guys texted me earlier.” Leo leaned in closer to get a good look at Camila. “You look familiar though. Have we met before?” Camila, not missing a beat, leaned forward with a smile on her face. “Trust me, if we’ve met before you‘ll remember.”

Determined to get answers, Lucas stood up abruptly from the couch and made his way towards Camilla's bedroom. Lucas entered Camilla's room with a mix of determination and anxiety. His heart pounded in his chest as he saw her sitting on the edge of her bed, tears streaming down her face. The sight of her crying pierced his heart, but he couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgment. "Camilla," Lucas said, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and sadness. "I need you to be honest with me. Are you and Dorian more than just friends?" Camilla looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself before responding. "Lucas, I swear to you, Dori

“Ya obozhayu tebya, Aleksandr Kalashnikov. Ty vladeyesh’ moim serdtsem.” His smile froze. “Cam.” Camilla gulped. “In case you didn’t get the words because of my pronunciation, I was trying to say, I adore you, Aleksandr Kalashnikov. You own my heart.” A tear escaped her eyes, but she didn’t let him wipe it off. “That being said, I’m leaving my heart here with you. I trust you, okay? Don’t take too long before you return it.” “Yeah…” “Don’t take too long to come get me,” she added. His eyes misted. “There’s no happy ending for me without you in it. Don’t make me miss you too much, alright?”

“You must have been really desperate that you had to come find me in person.” Emery Hart had barely moved her eyes up to look at the woman standing in front of her. Camila Martin, the new sensational actress who had been making the headlines for quite some time now, was standing in front of her with a huge smile plastered on her face. “Miss Hart, it’s a pleasure to meet you here.” Emery acknowledged her with a nod, and Camila continued, "I have been sending my assistant to Miss Hart for quite some time now, but it seems like Miss Hart doesn't like the deal I am offering her."

“I’m registered for sixteen.” We went on talking about her classes. Her enthusiasm emanated through her words. Camila had always been a good student. We both were. Em could have been if he’d been allowed to go to college. Instead, he’s working for Papá. “Enough about me,” Camila said. “Other than missing me terribly, how are you?” Leaning back on the chaise, I spun the stem of the wine glass as I spoke. “I’m honestly good.” “What’s Dario like?”

A faint, genuine smile tugged at Natalia’s lips despite the heaviness in her chest. Jonathan leaned forward, his elbows resting lightly on the table. “So… do you think she’ll want to meet him? Would you let her?” Natalia’s smile faltered, replaced by a softer, more guarded expression. She scoffed softly, shaking her head. “I don’t think Camila would be interested. She’s lived ten years without Damien, and she’s perfectly fine. I doubt she’d be eager to meet the man who abandoned her before she was even born.”

Liv must see a question in my face. “Take a seat, Camila, Mr. Hughes. I made peach ice tea, Levi’s favorites.” “No thank you,” Camila answers quickly. Liv nods as she presses her lips together. “Can I get you both something. There isn’t much to offer, but I bake your favorite cookies—” “I’m not here to walk down memory lane since we don’t have any. I’m here for Levi,” Camila’s bitter and angry voice makes Liv flinch. She deserves it for leaving Camila, but I might not meet Camila if she didn’t abandon her.

“Hi, ex-best friend.” Elena pouted her lips upward, sat upright as Camila dropped her bag on her table, and then clasped her hands together. “Camila.” “You look rather calm to see me here.” “You do not expect that I fidget at the sight of you,” she answered. Camila twitched her lips cynically and nodded her head. “You… you have changed.” Finally, she settled on the chair and then dropped her hands on the table that divided them. “Change is constant, my dear.”

Camila message: Hello “it was a message from that girl, Camila. I smiled, surely it would also fall into my hands. Message Leonardo: Hello, what are you doing? “I answered while trying to pay attention to what Esteban was saying. Message Camila: Nothing interesting. “ she answered. She caused something strange in me, I couldn't figure out what, but that wouldn't stop me, I wanted to see her, if in her pictures she looks this exciting, I could imagine how she must be in person, to see her closely, to undress her and feel her skin rubbing against mine. My skin bristled just thinking about it.