Vedal X Camila Novels & Stories

Valentina hadn’t even finished her sip of champagne when Camila leaned back on the lounge chair, stretched her legs out, and casually said, “Alright, since you didn’t bring a gift, you owe me.” Valentina arched a brow. “I thought we settled this already.” “Oh, no,” Camila smirked, turning onto her side to face her. “I let you off easy. Now I actually need something from you.” Valentina set her glass down. “Which is?”

Tell me,” I demanded. “Listen, Ava, I'm your wolf, your other half. I will never hurt or mislead you. I'm angry, and I promise myself anytime I have the chance to talk to you will be the day I am going to reject them. I'm going to put that bastard of mates in their place. How dare they repudiate you when they first meet you as a human? They must have believed you didn't deserve them. I can feel your sadness when they reject you. I can feel everything you are feeling. Your sadness and your happiness. I am Camilla, the legendary war goddess. “I'm one of a kind,” she announced.

she muttered before leaving as well. At the garden, the women all giggled as Mason entertained them. “Can you call Damien? Let’s have a video call with them,” Mason suggested. “No… Let’s give them the space they wanted,” Agatha said with a smile. “So, when are we getting introduced to the love of your life, Camila?” Mason asked. Camila chuckled. “Well, as the only Vladimir princess, I have to be careful when accepting a suitor. But you know I had a crush on you as a kid.”

“That description goes a long way in aiding the visuals. At least, I'm certain he isn't in love with her because she's a spitting image of Camila.” Camila couldn't be any more different from Veil. She was a 5”6 Latin American with blue-gray eyes and straight red hair. Anders used to joke that it wouldn't be hard locating her in a room swimming with Americans because her hair would give her away. “I said I am not in love with Veil!” Anders emphasized, his voice getting deeper. “If you say so,” Amanda nodded, emptying her glass. “You're definitely not in love with her.” Anders huffed and slumped into his seat. He didn't feel victorious, but then again, he had never felt that way with Amanda.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

“Actually, I was going to call you so we could discuss this.” The smile on her lips wore thin. “Well, Yes?” “Vira and I agreed to call of the wedding.” I said without missing a beat, my voice strong and brooking no argument. “We can both see that we have neither Love, attraction, nor friendship.” Camila went silent and then her eyes narrowed. Without warning, a sarcastic laughter pealed out of her lips and she raked her sharp purple nails over the table. “You can’t be serious. Love? Frienship? What is this? Where’s all this coming from?”

So she WAS waiting for him … Mila twists, locking her eyes on me. “Your walls have ears, by the way,” she says with a smirk. Choking on the air I try to swallow down, I cough haggardly, my face turning pink. I move into full view. Both of them seem entertained at my approach. “Hi. I’m Camila.” “I know who you are,” she replies, her face inscrutable and expressionless. Jealousy rears its head inside me again, and I fight the urge to demand to know who she thinks she is.

Instead, she opened the browser and typed two words. Camila Calloway. The search loaded. Images came up first. Helena’s thumb hovered. She clicked. The third photo in the grid stopped her cold. It was taken at what looked like a rooftop event. City lights behind them. Velmont skyline. Both of them dressed up, standing close, his hand on the small of her back in the particular way of a man who has put his hand there before. Camila Calloway was laughing at something off-camera. Beautiful. Effortlessly, infuriatingly beautiful.

Camila blinked, composure snapping back into place with astonishing speed. I slipped the mask back on. And disappeared. Behind me, Camila steadied herself, tears falling just right. “I don’t know why someone wants to destroy me,” she said brokenly, “but I believe the truth will prevail. I only stand for the truth and nothing else” Victor held her close. Cameras adored her as applause exploded through my skull, trying to find its way on how to mock me on my failure tonight. "It seems someone had mastered on her special ability. Fuck ,this bitch is good than more I'd expected of her. Being hard to get but I love the challenge. That's what even makes the game more interesting," I said with a sm

I didn’t miss the way her dress was slightly adjusted in a way that drew attention to her exposed collarbone, or how her eyes flickered to Nolan with interest that was far from professional. I shook my head subtly as a wicked grin grew on my face. Nolan led me to my seat, which was beside him. Dimitri was already seated, but my focus was solely on Camila. “Anastasia,” Nolan started in an even tone. “This is Camila De León, our potential new business partner.” She extended a hand, her stiletto nails were painted blood red. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she purred in a smooth voice. I didn’t take her hand.