Novel & Cerita Camilo From Encanto

Just thinking about those amber eyes that glowed against smooth skin of varying shades of blue had Camille's heart rate quickening. "So did you meet anyone besides Heather?" Charlotte asked as they waited to be let out of the ark. "Donnie." Camille nodded. "And someone called Kal." "Kal?" Camille nodded. "He's a...a Draygonian. A lieutenant I think." "Oh Kal!" Charlotte's face brightened with realisation before she smiled. "I know Kal, he's really cool and so is his friend Sid. Bit of a player that one though which is probably better than what their other friend, Jag, is."

Mama Cortez sat at the head, and beside her was a new face. He looked exactly like Rafael, but younger. Where Rafael had that sharp, dangerous charm, this guy looked sweeter and innocent. He couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty. He grinned when he saw me. “Hi! I’m Javier.” “Camila,” I said. “Your hair’s so beautiful. The color’s like autumn.” Warmth rose in my cheeks. “Thank you.” Lucien cleared his throat beside me. “Hey, bro,” Javier added, smirking.

But she didn’t see anyone. “Where’s the nurse?!” she asked sharply, her voice rising, ready to confront the nurse. Instead of answering, Javier just smiled slyly. He stepped closer, then wrapped his arm tightly around Camila’s shoulders. “There isn’t one. I won’t let anyone flirt with me except you,” he whispered teasingly right into Camila’s ear. Camila’s eyes widened. On one hand, she was pleased with his answer, but on the other, she was annoyed at being lied to.

He was recently married, his wife was a nice woman, whom I've only spoken to or seen a few times. "And this must be Elijah Camorra, Camila has told me quite a lot about you,Marcel Clair"Marcel says outstretching his hand. "Is that so?" Elijah asks looking down at me in amazement. "Lower your ego, just a tad bit"I offered, closing my index finger to my thumb. "It's an honor to meet you Sir, I've heard nothing but great things about you"Elijah says trying to get Marcel to let go of his hand.

His body was now dissolving in a vat of acid. Dante Luciano was as far from a choirboy as they could come. Yet, there was something more primal at work, maybe even something I could justify as altruistic. Camila wanted to be kissed. Another step. Camila’s eyes grew impossibly larger, and her lips opened slightly as she backed away from me. Our feet moved in sync, one and then the other. Her breathing came faster, causing her breasts to push against her dress. The material tented over beaded nipples.

This time, Camila walked while holding her uncle's hand, Charlotte's husband. He was a tall man, with blonde hair and striking blue eyes, leading her towards the altar, where Pedro was waiting for her with a beaming smile, making Camila's heart beat faster. Even if Danmonte didn't hold Camila's hand tightly, she would have stepped on her long dress several times because of nervousness. Somehow, his slow steps felt very fast.

Now, I am very certain of what he is thinking… the very popular musician Camila Cabello. "You know the popular Camila, that's actually me. Though, I don't bear the ‘Cabello’ because I ohm…" I rumble, gesturing manically with my hands as I talk. "Just call me Camila." "That's the most I've heard you talk, Camila." He looks at me, sinking his teeth into his lower lip, a breathy smile at my distressed ranting. "I'm Luciano." "Hi, Luci." My voice is short and high. I guess I was growing nervous about his presence and it's obviously clear in the way I talked.

With the heavy rainfall that had drenched Camila’s body and the way her father had flogged her, her eyes were fully awake, and her wolf, Ivy, was fully active, ready to flee in case of any danger. “Can’t you speak, young lady, or do you want us to send you away tonight?” Jack asked her, his yellow eyes burning at Camila. Camila first stared around, and she knew that if she ran away, it wouldn’t take long before one of the two men would catch up with her, as she was still healing. “I’m from the Eastern Pack,” Camila announced, and that made Jack angry. “Let me see your face,” Jack commanded, but Camila shapeshifted and ran away, following the streetlights, as she ran as fast as her legs could

“Her late husband… he was someone who once helped me a lot. Before he died, I promised him I would take care of his wife and child.” He looked at Camila, guilt and helplessness written all over his face. “I couldn’t let those rumors destroy them too. And Elmo… he’s only ten years old.” “Alfonso… you really are something.” Camila’s voice shook with anger as she suddenly threw off the covers and jumped out of the hospital bed. The doctor standing by the door, who had clearly been lingering to watch the scene unfold, quickly stepped in when he saw her reaction. “Miss Camila, please, calm down, ”

I’d expected it but, I have no idea how I’d react to him admitting his feeling for me. “Camilo.” I’d called. “I... I don’t even know what to say.” I laughed nervously. “Just say Yes. Please?” He took my hand and looked me in the eye. If I could I’d say yes but I can’t, my heart belonged to another and I’m not about to share it yet. Gently pulling my hand from his, Camilo looked at me and I could already see disappointment forming on his face.