Zoophobia Camilla の小説・ストーリー

“You are what, Camila?” “I am a blue moon wolf.” “Okay then. See… that wasn't so hard, was it? So how did you end up in the lotus territory?” “I was....” She pointed at the scar on Camila’s hand. Telling by the looks of it, it was still a fresh wound and didn't look older than a few days old. “I was....” “You were what, dear?” Miranda noticed Camila drew back from speaking again, and in this time, it wasn't because she didn't want to talk, but that someone had entered into the room. A dominating presence which made Camila shrink in fear into the blankets in her hand.

Not really. I was doing it because there was still a tiny, infuriating part of me that didn’t want the world to believe he was a monster when I’d seen glimpses of the man beneath it all. And because no matter how screwed up he could be… Camilla scared me more. ### On my way back to my office, the whispers were worse. People didn’t even try to hide it anymore. “That’s her.” “She’s the one who was at the gala.” “I heard she’s the reason Jax’s deal with the Geneva campaign tanked.”

His pheromones flood the room, thick and suffocating, and I consider bolting for the door before he loses control and takes both our heads. Just then, the door bursts open, shattering the silence. Jazmine’s scent hits the room as a familiar gothic woman steps inside. Camilla. I almost forgot about this witch. She spares Nathan and me a dismissive glance, her expression unbothered yet curious. Smacking her gum, she walks toward Drogo and drops a bag on his desk with a dull thud. A creepy smile spreads across her face. “Where have you been?” Drogo asks, anger lacing his tone.

When is all this going to end? The torture, the fear, the pain.. when? … Camilla was busy playing with Zoey that evening. Damon was at the study, handling some of Logan's work. "I win again aunt. You're so bad at this game" Zoey chimed, clapping in excitement. Camilla sighed. She wasn't losing on purpose, she was bad at board games. "Let's play again" Zoey demanded. "Do we have to? I'm exhausted" Camilla said, yawning. Her phone rang and she picked it up from the sofa. It was an unknown number.

"Camilla, are you there? Can you hear me?" Camilla nodded, her voice breaking as she replied, "Yes…I'm there." Dr. Blackwell's tone was gentle and encouraging. "Take a moment to look around you, Camilla. What do you see?" Camilla took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She responded, her voice filled with uncertainty, "Nothing... just..." Suddenly, she gasped in fear, her breathing quickening, and shudders running through her body. Dr. Blackwell once again observed Camilla's changed behavior, but this time the fear she displayed was significantly more intense, evident by her visible trembling.

The sun was warm on her skin, and she felt at ease. But then, out of nowhere, a dark cloud seemed to descend upon her. Her heart began to race, and a wave of fear washed over her. It was as if the world around her had turned into a nightmare. "I couldn't breathe," Camilla said, her voice trembling. "I felt trapped like I was suffocating. It was the most terrifying experience of my life." Dr. Hannah, the psychologist listened intently, her eyes filled with compassion. She knew that Camilla had been making progress in overcoming her anxiety, and she wanted to understand what had triggered this setback.

Then his head snapped toward me, eyes pitch black, canines bared. I froze. But I didn’t flinch. “I’m not scared of you,” I whispered, voice trembling but honest. “Even like this. I’m not scared of you. Because I know you.” His claws twitched. Then his fingers loosened. Just enough. Camilla dropped like a sack of bones to the floor, coughing, gasping, sobbing in broken, wet, ugly sounds that didn’t move me at all. She curled into herself. Tried to speak. Failed.

I swallowed as Camila stood in front of me, she was a bit taller than me making her appear more intimidating with those fierce blue eyes which I realized were contact lenses upon closer look. "Hey! Are you mute or deaf?" She asked, pushing me slightly against my shoulder and I gasped, stepping away from her like I had touched fire. "N..No." I whispered softly, as fear started to shoot up my spine. Camila scared me and I didn't like her. From the way she looked down at me to the way she spoke to me, everything about her was intimidating and as she stood so close to me I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.

she said to me in an awkward tone but I pick up the sponge from the side and started to rub her body. She moaned when the sponge touch her body and not even once did her eyes leave mine. My eyes are trained on her lips and her breath is mingling with mine. It feels like someone has cast a spell on us and everything is looking so dreamy. We drown in each other eyes when Camilla shakes her head and maintains the distance between us "I am feeling cold, I need to leave," Camilla said avoiding eye contact with me like she is hiding her true self from me. I left her body and she immediately step out of the bathtub and wrap a towel around her to cover her naked body .she turned around to leave but

Have you ever considered that you're the father of Camilla's unborn baby? My grandma, Nebula, and Uncle Boaz gasped in raw shock, and the dining room grew unnaturally quiet. I gave Selena an intense, fevered stare, baring my teeth and going into a dark mood that made her flinch. "What did you just say?" My grandma blinked in surprise, and the idiot repeated it. "Who the hell is Camilla?" Uncle Boaz asked. "She's one of the pack's omega whores. Everyone knows Ziah doesn't exactly have a good reputation and loves to shove his thing."