Camilo Novels & Stories

he asked once the system was running. “Cassandra Patrice.” Caleb supplied smoothly, his knowledge of her name was thanks to Magnolia and not necessarily because his terrified mate had been forthcoming with any information. He watched Iggy type in the name and then pause for a few seconds before attacking the keyboard in a manner that intrigued Caleb. Having been born in a time that had none of the present gadgets he saw, he was often awed by their abilities, but never bothered enough to learn more about them, he was quite satisfied with the basic knowledge he possessed.

While Camilo came here when he had a new conquest: yes he was an unrepentant chronic player. "Shit" I cursed I wanted to be alone. I did not want anyone to be in my space right now. But I knew they were aware I was here and so I had to let them in. "You look a mess" Andre said as he and Camilo walked in. "I totally agree" Camilo added "We checked your other pent houses and when we didn't see you there we came here" Camilo said "I wanted to be left alone" "Really....because?" Camilo asked

Camila stood up and they both headed into the cave, it was dark and damp. "is this advisable?" Camila asked as they walked deeper into the cave. It became darker and darker as they went further till they could hardly see themselves. "Roman?" Camila called softly. She stretched out her hands trying to feel him in the darkness. She couldn't. Suddenly, she felt something grab her. She screamed so loud, her voice echoed in the cave. Roman burst into laughter as he pulled her close to his chest. Camila didn't find it one bit amusing. She almost burst into tears at this.

But I can't deny that I get scared because of Auden, I thought he was a ghost. "Well, this is your water," said a cold voice beside us. I saw a man holding a bottled water while approaching us. He's tall, looking neat and he looks really good. My jaw dropped when I realized who he is. "Liam?" "Cami?" Mang Danilo chuckled watching us. "This is my son. Say hello, Liam," Mang Danilo ordered his son and then touched his shoulder. "Good morning ... Uhm ... Cami," he said shyly. I smiled. Liam used to throw sand in my eyes. That’s really the thing I remember. Liam is two or three years older than me. He used to be my brother everytime we visit here.

The man is general of the Trecios, Ignacio Alvarez de Toledo y Garcia, Duke of Alba. ‘What is this, Don Ignacio?’ Hadrian asked, looking at the soldiers camped around them. ‘It is as you see.’ Don Ignacio answered. ‘We were summoned by His Imperial Highness, Archduke Albert. He alerted us of the situation, and we rushed here. And not only us, but your allies have also got word as well.’ Hadrian looked at his cousin who was talking with the other officers. ‘Home told us as we came that you sent out messages.’ Hadrian was dumbfounded, Albert beat him into calling out to their allies for assistance. He sighed, placing his hands on his waist; he did not know what to believe now. He decided to ta

I wanted to fuck her, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Helena, after two years of our marriage and her induction as Luna, had found her destined mate. It was one rogue that I had invited to join the pack. His name was Elijah, and he was a damn good fighter. He wasn’t an Alpha, Beta or even a Gamma and would have been a disgrace in her family if they had found out.

As if he’s able to discern the direction my thoughts have taken, he says, “I’m a transplant—or, well, technically, I’m adopted into the pack since rogues destroyed my pack. Alpha Glendon and Luna Cherice allowed the family that I live with to take me in when I was just a pup and raise me as their own.” “I’m Maxon, by the way,” he says, holding out a dirt and blood-covered hand for me to shake. I glance at it with a raised eyebrow, and then back at him. “Oh, shit,” he says with a chuckle as he pulls his hand pack, dropping it to his side, and then wipes it against the leg of his jeans, which aren’t much cleaner than the hand itself. “It’s fine,” I say with a small chuckle of my own. “And my n

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.