Vedal X Camila Novels & Stories

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

The sound of it shattering on the floor feels like a scream, echoing in my mind. Gina’s grip on my waist grounds me,but it’s not enough to stop the world from spinning. Hector stands on the stage, his smile sharp and triumphant, like he has won a lottery. His gaze remains fixed on me,mocking. “I wanted to address the rumors,” he declares, his voice echoing through the silent room. “Some of you thought my ex-mate rejected me, but these videos show the truth. This is why I ended things with Camilla. She’s not as innocent as she pretends to be.”

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 that anytime I have the chance to talk to you, it will be the day I am going to reject them. I'm going to put those bastards of mates in their place. How dare they repudiate you when they first met you as a human? They must have believed you didn't deserve them. I can feel your sadness when they rejected 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.

Celine added happily as she poured champagne into a glass. "Okay, okay guys," Celine giggled and took a sip from the glass before passing it to Camilla. "You go first." "Okay." Camilla gulped and picked up her glass. "One... two... three..." she chanted, holding the glass high above her head, finally letting it go down her throat. He coughed before swallowing the champagne. Then he swallowed another gulp. "That's enough, Camilla," Celine warned. "Sorry..." Camilla groaned apologetically. "I forgot how much I hate tequila." She started coughing and gagging after a few seconds. She turned around to vomit the contents of her stomach into a nearby rubbish bin.

“You think you’re untouchable?” Vanessa sneered, even as her voice shook. “You’re insane! Let me go!” “Insane? You have no idea,” I said with a cold laugh, dragging her toward one of the stalls. “Camila, no!” she shrieked, trying to dig her heels into the floor, but she was no match for my adrenaline-fueled rage.

"Yes, Axel Valenti sent me." I nodded, too exhausted to ask questions, and followed him to the car. Once home, I thanked him and handed him a tip before he left. Shortly after, my phone rang—it was Greta. "Hey, are you there, hon?" Greta's voice was cheerful as always, while I felt completely drained. "Yeah… about that surprise you wanted to do. Can we postpone until tomorrow? I'm exhausted." "No, come on, make an effort. I promise you won't regret it."