Camilo Novels & Stories

Dante said, as I kept my eyes on the phone, my heart racing against my ribcage as I tried processing what he was saying. “Why?” I asked, frowning in confusion “regardless whatever it is, why would he be doing such a thing?” “I’m not sure, we’re yet to find anything about him” Dante said, looking at me, studying my expression as I handed him the phone. He took it from me and scrolling through it again, he handed me the device and I frowned when I saw the picture of Giovanni’s car, and Mattia standing in what looked like the inside of his parking, his back to the car as he smoked a cigarette “he’s an Alpha, Alpha Nicolas to be more specific, and I don’t know why, but I have reason to believe

was the only thing she’d heard. “What?” I asked. “Nothing. I just want you to tell me about that fun bit. You know. Was it Mr. Connor?” She asked. “Ew. No. Not Connor.” I immediately answered not hiding my disgust. “What? Mr. Connor is THAT guy. Ugh” Lisa said groaning in whatever felt like pleasure to her. “No, it’s not Connor. I met a guy, Camilo. He is cute and smart and intelligent. Good looking too.” I finished. “Plus, we’re just friends so don’t give me the that stare.” I added.

She had heard some gossip, thinking it might divert my attention from the suffocating weight that enveloped me. With a gentle touch, Camila shared tales of a blossoming relationship between Deangelo and Sofia, hoping to ignite a spark of interest within me. She spoke of stolen glances, whispered conversations, and the undeniable chemistry that seemed to exist between them. Camila's intentions were pure, driven by genuine concern for my well-being. Little did she know that her words struck a fragile spot deep within my wounded heart.

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.

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

"But together we can find him. We didn't care about his life before, but now we must make him pay for what he did to us." "David..." "Tell me what you need and I will support you." says Camilo walking towards the brothers "I know nothing is going to bring my mother back to me, but seeing her end, will give me the peace I need." "Camilo..." "Tell me what you need" insists Camilo. "First of all, I want to remind you that capturing him may take us months or years. He has his cards well hidden and uses them to escape whenever he is cornered."

Camila continued, making Pedro nod while sipping the rest of his coffee. "That's a great idea, I agree. So, what's the problem?" Pedro asked. "There's something bothering me deep down, it seems like I need to clear all these feelings before I leave, so I can focus on studying there," Camila said, causing Pedro to fall silent, staring intently at the sweet face of the woman in front of him. Pedro didn't scrutinize every woman he knew, including Camila, but this time for some reason Pedro just noticed that Camila had a mole on her nose that made her look even sweeter. Her fair skin made the blush on both sides of her face stand out more clearly as Camila blushed like she did now. Pedro wasn't

The way he looks at me, the familiarity in his touch, the memories that feel like they’re just out of reach. “Who are you, really?” I breathe, trying to swallow down what I know will be betrayal. He takes a deep breath and cards his fingers through his hair, his eyes never leaving mine. “My name is Nero Leonetti and your real name is Camellia. You’re my mate and my Luna. Five years ago, you were taken from me and disappeared without a trace, and I’ve been trying to find you ever since.” My mind is spinning, trying to process his words. “You’re lying,” I say, my voice breaking. “You have to be.”

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!