Camilo Madrigal Fanart Novels & Stories

I didn’t wait a minute before I scrambled off the stage and walked to my brother, Diego. “you did great ti amore” he said with a small smile. He was my favorite brother but I never told anyone. He was easygoing and found something good in every situation. “he looks nice and strong, at least I won’t open jars for you anymore” we both laughed at his attempt to lighten the mood. I saw Diego’s smile falter as he stared above my head. I turned to face the approaching Roman Romero. I gulped. “Camila” he said in a deep voice. He stared at Diego and I. specifically Diego with an unimpressed expression.

"Alright, let's go over the plan," Theo said and everyone settled down. "Xania," I got up and winked at Leo who was grinning at me. "Well, I've already started with the paintings. I've already recreated two since the time of my 'theory'. Every painting will have a 'mistake' to show that it's a counterfeit, also the canvases are branded. These counterfeits are the three paintings that are the star of the show so-"

It was a beautiful thing alright, but at this point Camila found herself tuning them out just to stay sane. They stopped by a row of street artists selling quick portraits and surrealist takes on the city. One artist had lined up spray cans and was working with a scalpel and fire to create something that looked like a dream halfway through combustion. Nico got distracted by a girl sketching a cat wearing a crown making Rafael rolled his eyes so hard it was audible. “Cool shit though,” he said, “I could get my portrait done and hang it up on my wall?” Cam was about to reply when her phone buzzed, she sighed and stepped away to answer it, walking toward a quieter side of the piazza, near a fou

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

"No, I just put flowers in my books." She smiled and looked proudly at the dried flower in the book that lay just above his picture. Sanbal, who was sitting next to her, bowed her head and looked at the picture and then at her face which had every color of love scattered on her face. "Wow so much love and you used to collect pictures of him right?" Laughing, Sanbal pointed to the picture in the book. He was smiling and his eyes were enchanted. It is not wrong to say that he was very handsome. Ozgul, who was sitting in front, also lost heart.

But we found some pictures. When Gael found out that Dante Madrigal, the man Camila had been sending money to had returned from Spain almost at the same time as them, he had wanted to know if Camila ever met up with him when they were in Madrid. Somehow, he still wanted to believe that this Dante might just be a random person who was blackmailing Camila. Because from the pictures of him, he looked rough, he looked like the fucking criminal/ex-convict that he was. Camila wasn’t supposed to be associated with that kind of person. But he wanted to get to the root of this before he took any action against Dante and he had been trying to believe that Camila might have nothing to do with him excep

she whispered. Mateo walked toward one covered canvas nearby and pulled the cloth away. Camila’s breath caught instantly. She recognized the painting immediately. One of M.A’s most famous works. A haunting portrait called *The Woman in Rain.* She had seen it online before. Worth millions. “Oh my God…” Mateo rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’ve been planning to reveal my identity publicly soon.” Camila looked at him like she was seeing him for the first time all over again.

He said, and I smirked before letting out a low growl, calling for the hell hounds who I knew would be the one thing to defeat a death eater. The man frowned before I bit whatever it was that he was holding me with. My eyes turned into a deep shade of red as three doors opened, revealing the hellhounds who were summoned by my command. “What…?” “I, Alpha Arturo de’ Medici, last heir of my blood, summon the hellhounds to kill and drag you to the hell you truly belong in.” I said, glaring at the man whose eyes widened in surprise. “Now, any last words?”

The wall held Amanda’s face in different expressions and poses, happy, sad, crying, angry, hungry, sexy, hurting, goofy, singing, sleeping…It was beautiful to see. If Lucas ever doubted what they both had, this was confirmation enough. His best friend only did abstract except in certain circumstances, like when he made that painting of Camila in his home. She had been in the hospital at the time, and Lucas knew she didn’t have much time left. He hadn’t given the portrait to Anders until Camila left, and Anders was surprised he had remembered the very words he used to describe her on the first day they met - Camila, red as fire, green as the forest.

She told Dennis would stay late and leave after everyone. “I have an idea, it's enough that you are suffering…and well, I want you to see my men,” Marcus said while pouring himself some champagne, Ricardo didn't say a word. He had Camilo and Marcus drinking in his office. It was enough that he was letting them do that freely. He hated drinking randomly. “I need some women to paint… Can you give me your wife,” Camilo asked blinking mischievously at Ricardo, he was an artist? He required beautiful women to do his paintings. However, the deadly look he received from Ricardo had him laughing as he gulped down more champagne.