Vedal X Camila Novels & Stories

she gestured her hands in the air. "This isn't marriage. It was all a game. You've been played, Camilla," she smirked. "You've been played. Hard. And you've lost. Now if I were you, I would just accept my defeat and walk away with whatever dignity is left in you," she preached, feigning concern even though her voice was dripping with unmistakable sarcasm. I was so close to punching her in the face. I would have already done it if I weren't worried that Ares would throw me out immediately if I did.

Murmurs rippled through the group. "He's telling the truth," Kyle said quietly beside Natzy. She turned to him. "What?" "He's a genius," Kyle said, his gaze fixed on Naro. "He sees patterns most people don't." "A game?" Natzy repeated, skeptical. "VEDRAH is a trial ground," Kyle said. "We're judged here. Hunted by what we've done. The worst of what we are." Natzy's chest tightened. 'Hunted by my crimes.' The words echoed in her mind.

Camelia gripped Calvin’s firm shoulders, her nails leaving thin marks there. "Breathe, Camelia. I'm here," Calvin whispered, his voice sounding like worship. After a few moments, Camelia took control. She moved nimbly, reversing their positions until she was now on top. Her long hair hung down, veiling her flushed face. Both of Calvin's hands immediately moved to Camelia's waist, gripping it tightly to assist their movements.

Yet, after what happened the night before, everything felt like a lie waiting to explode. She hadn’t slept. Not after Alejandro’s ex, Camila, had shown up at the bachelorette party uninvited, with a smug smile and a folder of photos she threatened to leak. “He’s not who you think he is,” Camila had whispered in Valeria’s ear, just before being escorted out by security. “You’ll regret saying yes.”

Another hour goes by and I've moved on to getting my hair done by the most sculpted men, besides unnamed, I've ever seen in my entire life. They are the muses of Michelangelo as every crevice of their body is noticeable through the clothes that cling to their skin. I have to stop myself now and then from zoning out due to their mere perfection. I also learn that Lucien and Francis work alongside Camila as well and shoot a curious look to Nancy when I can as a way of asking, where the hell did you find these people? Enhanced tastefully, I finally am faced

Bringing out a gel, she started with Camila hair making it look silky. "They all want to believe they are the god of sex. if you have not the slightest idea of what his options are, ask him how does he want it." Camila looked confused Her hair was just so jaw dropping while it brushes her back. Tessa applied light face powder with a dusting foam. Drew her browns with a deep black eyeliner, her lashes with mascara and finally her lips with a red lips stick. She looked beautiful except when Vivian showed her reflection in the mirror, Camila felt nauseous of the image.

He could just do with her being naked and him worshipping every bit of her body. While being nervous, Camila sent the video unknowingly. She had clutched the phone in one of her hands but by mistake she touched the send button. By now her mind was all juggled up and she didn’t even realize what she has done. It looks like today there was no escaping. “The phone rang the next few minutes and they both came back to reality. Obviously it was Samuel’s phone and Camila was still clutching it with her sweaty hands. She looked at it only to realize that Bella was the one who was calling.

Her presence was cinematic: distant, deliberate, devastating. She didn’t speak much, but when she did, it felt like a closing statement. Everyone noticed her but no one approached. Not because she was unfriendly, but because some fires don’t burn… they freeze you where you stand. It was a story carefully woven by Ellie and Thomas. They’d crafted Delilah from dust and fire and now Alba wore her skin like armor. The first night she walked into Club Magenta, she wore a dress that shimmered like gunmetal. The slit cut high enough

"It’s her, isn't it? That pathetic little coordinator from the terrace. Selah." Xavier’s expression remained a flawless mask, but at the mention of her name, the phantom scent of vanilla and fresh rain briefly flashed through his memory, sending a sudden spike of heat through his veins. "You’re letting your insecurity make you delusional, Camila. I have work to do. Leave." "We'll see who's delusional," Camila spat. She turned on her heel and stormed out of his office, her mind twisting with a dangerous, chaotic desperation. The moment she reached the quiet isolation of her private vehicle in the underground garage, she ripped her phone from her bag. She dialed a secure, unlisted number belon

he said mostly to himself. VVVVV The champagne tasted like shit in her mouth. How could she be here celebrating over the death of her members? Red Dawn hadn’t killed anyone yet, Megumi had been the first to draw blood. Takahiro wouldn’t take this sitting down. He’d fight back, and he’d fight back harder. But she couldn’t afford to not be at this small party. Megumi already suspected her. “So what now?” Takashi asked. “You get a move on” she hissed.