Vedal X Camila Novels & Stories

“I’ll get you for this! Conspiring against me to steal my fans, steal my spotlight! You’re going to regret doing that one, bitch! I swear right now. I’ll get my revenge. You’ll see.” “Go dry up in a lake, Camila, it’s OVER.” She stomps her foot before rushing off stage, clearly holding back some pathetic tears. “She’s mental.” “Yeah, she’s got a couple of screws loose,” he responds easily. “I think she’s just angry, and she needs time. Besides, that was fucking tremendous, Ophelia. You did it. You took back your power.” I bite my bottom lip as we descend the stairwell. I was already going to kick Camila’s ass. But it’s so much better having this man look into my eyes and tell me that I am tr

As I interacted with her, I could see how Veda reacted. Like she was jealous. There was nothing to be jealous of. "Let me introduce you to my wife, Selena." Veda moved forward. Selena smiled. "Hello, you look beautiful. I am Selena Ramos. Calder is my good friend." Selena said, extending a handshake, expecting Veda to shake hands with her. Instead, Veda folded her arms under her breasts. "I don't care to know who you are, but whatever relationship you have with my husband, you must put an end to it before I find out for myself." Veda scowled at her.

Elodie and the maid lock gazes, but the maid remains quiet, her neutral expression unwavering, almost like a silent call for Elodie to stop what Camila is doing. Camila, holding a small vial with a powdery substance in it, opens one of the plate’s lids. She attempts to dust a small amount into the food but Elodie suddenly ceases her wrist. This quick, calculated move sends a jolt of shock coursing through Camila's body, the lid in her hand dropping to the floor with a loud clanking sound. “What do you think you're doing?” Elodie's voice drips like venom as she glares at Camila.

*Creak* With a loud groan, the earth gladly relinquished its hold over the large axe that had cut it so deeply, and Camila swung it again – immediately. Mane frowned seeing the axe approaching his head. Since Camila was still crouching, she wasn’t able to gather much power in her arms and deliver a devastating strike, but it was still nothing to scoff at. Night’s Kiss screamed in ecstasy, having had its fill of Edict. And just in time too, because Mane needed its assistance. Without any hesitation the young Supreme brought his sword down to meet Camila’s axe. And the two produced a loud explosion in response to their first meeting.

Camila's voice rang out as she walked out of the house dressed in a red dress, her hair flowed behind her as she walked towards us, I could see the annoyance in Dominic's eyes, and just when she came close, I held him solfy. “Don't!”I whispered to him, because I didn't want him to do something he was only going to regret. I literally didn't know what was going to do, but I didn't want him to do something he was only going to end up regretting. “Where do you think you're going?”He snapped at Camila who froze and looked up at him. The dress wasn't meant for a funeral as it had a big opening that started from the top of her neck to her ass, exposing her entire back, and they were the red long

He left my eyes and looks confusingly at Mother Cassandra who's standing beside him. " This is Felicity Centola, Damon's fiancee." I saw Vlad's shocked face like he can't believe what he heard from mother Cassandra. I noticed how the environment is filled with tension. But after a few seconds, he suddenly laughs to lighten the environment. He looks at me from head to heels before looking straight into my eyes with a gleam of delight. " Hello, dear! I am Vlad Vera, the owner of this not-so-big boutique, it's my pleasure to meet you." He said in a humble tone. He smiles widely at me and by observing him, I noticed that he seems undecided whether to hug me or just stare at me.

“Oh, poor thing.” “Poor thing?!” Lila threw her hands up. “She’s the trending topic worldwide! ‘#Kelvanessa’ has over a million tweets! And do you know what’s worse? People ship them now.” Elena’s laughter grew louder. “They do?” “Yes! Someone edited fan videos already—music, slow motion, the works!” “Okay, that’s actually hilarious.” “Not to Vanessa!” Lila exclaimed. “She’s ready to fly to Bali and disappear for a month.”

Her gaze was locked on Vincent’s, silently pleading for help. Vincent leapt forward, his claws stretched out—but the ground split wider beneath him. The gorge yawned open, swallowing up the distance between them. "Camela!" he shouted, his voice cracking in distress. Camilla's laughter rang out once more. "Shout louder! She still can’t hear you. I told you…she doesn’t cry anymore." Camela’s lips quivered as her eyes brimmed with tears again; yet they didn’t fall—they remained trapped inside her, glistening but never breaking out.

Ava took a deep breath, appearing unsure about sharing her thoughts. Eventually, she decided to be candid. "Well, the music is undoubtedly great, but just being here with you guys, I couldn't help but envision the video with you in it." Camilla's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by Ava's comment. "Me? In the video?" she repeated, trying to process the unexpected suggestion. Ava nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. "Yes, you! The chemistry between you and Edward is undeniable, and I believe your presence would elevate the video to a whole new level," she explained warmly.

She had heard some gossip, thinking it might divert my attention from the suffocating weight that enveloped me. With a gentle touch, Camila shared tales of a blossoming relationship between Deangelo and Sofia, hoping to ignite a spark of interest within me. She spoke of stolen glances, whispered conversations, and the undeniable chemistry that seemed to exist between them. Camila's intentions were pure, driven by genuine concern for my well-being. Little did she know that her words struck a fragile spot deep within my wounded heart.