Romance Camila Cabello Vinyl Novels & Stories

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

She had dyed her hair bright pink and was looking very much like a plastic doll at the moment. Camila had undergone several surgeries to enhance her looks and now one could tell by looking at her face and breasts, that she had some work done. "What is it?" Grace asked tearing her eyes away from Camila's weird hair colour. "What exactly did you do? Why is Mr Enrique Black so interested in you?" "What are you talking about?" Grace frowned. "You thought I wouldn't find out, didn't you?" "Find out about what?" "You are sleeping with the guy, aren't you? Why did you have to make it seem like you weren't? That can be the only reason why he keeps asking for your services," Camila reasoned.

I questioned to my reliable cupids and friends. "Good..." began Emilia, taking a generous look at my trunk (since we were sitting), then turned her eyes to my face, and made an expression of someone who does not consider something so unpleasant, but nothing so impressive either. "I think I would go out with you, maybe after drinking a lot, and using some good herb... Or maybe, if you put a paper bag on your head, everything else can even be really cool to take advantage of.” " Take advantage? "I questioned, indignant. Henrique laughed. "What about you? What do you think of me? Is it really a miracle that Jessy Jones considered me interesting?”

Hands raised and index finger pointed. “Just watch out! If until the due date you do not pay installments,” said Rambo. “Don’t blame anyone if we drag you to the club.” “W-what do you mean?” A grin rises on their fierce faces. Rambo grabbed Velia’s chin until the girl grimaced at it. “If you can’t pay the loan with money, you can pay it with your body. You can have sex with us.” Velia’s body instantly relaxes. They laughed while leaving.

The music blasted through the living room and everyone enjoyed the music, including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I want them all to get wasted tonight, including Alex, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his office room. "Do vampires even get drunk?" I asked Elena, who laughed before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy. "Special wine darling! Vervain or some shit mixed, I don't know!" she giggled before walking up to James and grinding her back against him. She's definitely drunk

On looking up, my eyes connected to some beautiful woman at distance. “Whoa.” I could only see her back view but she was in this satin milky-colored gown with diamond stones on it. It extended her back, curving around it sexily making me lick my lips. As I walked towards her, I admired the way her neck swayed elegantly like a swan. She spoke to some of the guests, and I could hear the sound of her laughter. “Hello there, la belle.” I said, to her only for her to turn towards me making me gasp. The first was her raven hair which was thick, in curls, and lengthy, next, her familiar face which was covered in makeup. “Oh, my God. Emma.”

he whispered in a comforting tone as I hit my hands on his body. “What do you mean by that?” I asked Camily, the way he spoke was as if it was serious, where could Ravana be that could be so dangerous? “We discovered that she had partnered with the rouge king, and that’s…” he trails off as I push myself away from him and let out a loud cry. “No, no, no, not my boy,” I cried out as I watched as Marcel woke up from my voice. “Camilla, calm down, we will get him, it only requires..” he said as I walked to him and slammed my fist against his chest, he didn’t finch and that was to show my reaction did not affect him.

His body was now dissolving in a vat of acid. Dante Luciano was as far from a choirboy as they could come. Yet, there was something more primal at work, maybe even something I could justify as altruistic. Camila wanted to be kissed. Another step. Camila’s eyes grew impossibly larger, and her lips opened slightly as she backed away from me. Our feet moved in sync, one and then the other. Her breathing came faster, causing her breasts to push against her dress. The material tented over beaded nipples.

***** Camilla walks into the lounge with her head held high, this is the one change I've loved about her, ignoring me not so much. She's wearing loose jeans and a pink crop top, I can see right through the material. I flicker my gaze from her chest to her face, watching her as she carefully chooses where to sit. She settles on the chair opposite me, putting just enough space between us. Her hair is in a mess, half curls and half straightened. The straightened half looks long, it falls past her collar bone, long enough to wrap around my hand. No Adrian, Focus!

- I spoke somewhat uncomfortable. Mrs. Cabello crossed her legs, letting her thigh completely showing through the extensive slit of her red dress. She had a damn soft and smooth skin that my hands yearned to touch. It was at least too tempting to have her so close in such a small and hot room. -This room is hot. - I spoke unfocused. She curved her lips into a smile. -I agree with you, Lauren. Camila slightly arched her head back, letting her dark locks fall back, freeing her shoulders and her neck. My eyes fixed on her collarbone, then on her neck, and on the thick vein it had. It could be crazy, but that seemed to be in slow motion.