Bruno X Camilo Novels & Stories

And all those hungry customers give an ear-full even if I'm a minute late. Bruno is the second son of Madam Serena, he's a nice guy, Tall, A cool tanned colored skin, Short black hair which he Never combs, and tattoos all over his chest like he was In a gang before now, and I think he's over thirty-eight this year.

Camilo said as he walked onto the back patio. His eyes were alight in the afternoon sun. His lips turned up in a smile. When he saw me laughing, he rolled his eyes but his smile grew wider. "Please, no! They are going to fucking shoot themselves at this rate! Get someone else to clean the guns. Fucking hell, I'll do it myself, just don't send them to clean them!" Brandon pleaded. Somehow this sparked even more laughter in me and Rafael. Sent both of us spiraling deeper into our fit. Camilo only gave us a side glance and sighed. Shoved his hands into his pockets.

Bruno nodded in acquiescence, his loyalty to Alejandro unwavering. Alejandro strode away, leaving Bruno to handle Sally. He checked his wristwatch and noted that it was half past nine in the evening. With the newfound information, he felt confident that he and his twin brother were one step closer to fulfilling their longstanding vow: the assassination of Salvador Morello, their most formidable adversary.

I couldn't fight the three of them, three against one isn't a good idea. "Get the camera ready," Bruno commanded, strong arms grabbed me and began to pull at my clothes, I get hit for as many times as I try to fight back. The first thing I felt was his fingers and it hurts so badly. Flashes from the camera almost blinded me. "She is so fucking tight, " Bruno moaned, making Adam release his hold on me. "Bruno, you're taking this far. I thought we were just supposed to scare her. Get your hands off her, did you take an overdose?"

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.

Helena asks nervously, pulling Marcelo's arm. "Finding you a suitor, sis," he responds with a smile. "Marcelo!" the lady seated next to him scolds, tugging at his shirt in vain. "Please, don't do this to your sister." "What's your name?" Marcelo asks. "Bruno." "Do you want to be someone's boyfriend for a 'happy birthday'?" Marcelo asks Bruno. "I accept." Bruno surprises everyone at the table with his response.

Handsome in the way that running to your phone whenever you recieved a text from him, with tumbling Botocelli curls and a chiseled face that was all bold bones and clean curves, Milo reminded her of a Japanese painting done in ink—everything from the shade of his hair to his eyes which were so black they seemed to swallow up light marked him out as some kind of untouchable angel of darkness, an image that persisted only until he opened his mouth to speak and you realized he was one of the rare few who moved through the world without a care as they had nothing to hide. More than anything, it was this contrast of darkness and light that’d appealed to Camille. The fact that their first names we

" I felt like an idiot when he asked me that That's when I realized how cheap I have been Andre got up and fought back but it's useless This time Bruno didn't even touch him,he stood staring like me motionless He continued hitting Bruno,the security came and took him away ,Stacy left with him "Call me.. Bruno" She whispered , showing the call me hand sign,and left We both stood there frozen staring at eachother "You have no right to ask me that question!" I started,my fingers shaking nervously "Am sorry I didn't mean to make you cry"he replied with his calmest voice He replied looking at the floor

{Abebi } "Are you out of your mind?" Mac Allister's words carried both disbelief and a hint of anger. He understood the danger we were in, yet he stood his ground. Bruno, however, seemed to revel in the chaos, his intentions revealed by his chilling response. "I have always waited for this day," he declared, his voice dripping with malice. My heart pounded in my chest as Bruno's finger tightened around the trigger. I closed my eyes, bracing for the worst, but instead, a gunshot echoed through the air. I cautiously opened my eyes to see Bruno lifeless on the ground, blood staining the earth beneath him.