Novelas y relatos de Camilo

“It’s plastic, Piper. It doesn’t have shoulders.” “Still.” I clutch mine closer.“So, tell me. What’s the deal with Luna Serena’s son?” Zoe sighs, her expression darkening. “Ryder told me the whole story. It’s… complicated.” “Complicated how?” She hesitates before saying, “His name is Nicholas. He’s Elijah’s stepbrother. Luna Serena became Elijah’s father’s second chance mate after Elijah’s mom died tragically. It messed them all up—Elijah and his father grew distant, and even when Luna Serena had Nicholas, the bond between father and son didn’t really heal.”

“Of course.” “Are you related to Ava Moreles?” Camilia smiled, sipping her coffee slowly. “What made you think that?” “ The name is similar.” “Moreles is a common surname. And besides, how do you know her to make the connections?”. “She’s dating my boss”. Rohan said with a shrugged shoulder. “Really?”. Camilia probed. “You didn’t know?” Rohan studied her face, seeing genuine surprise there. “Ava Moreles is Dario Santos’ girlfriend. It has been for months.”

"Hmmm, who could it be?" "You know this trash isn't going to pick itself up…” Zeo said, deflecting. Suddenly, Camlo gasped again, and this time it took Zeo by surprise. Her hand went to her chest. “Oh my God, you have got to stop doing that.” “RAFAEL LAMINGTON?!” Camlo’s eyes were literally bugging out. She was afraid to deny it because Camlo knew her so well she'd be able to tell she was lying in a heartbeat.

The man let out a laugh of mockery, "you won't be needing to hit me in the head if you get on with why you called me. We might have been enemies once but that was the past. Now, I only hunt as a bounty hunter." "If you probe into my head one more time I'll bloody kill you." He raised his hands up in surrender, "fine. No need to get all bloody now, we're within humans. Besides, you and i know there's only so far i can get into your mind before you block me out. So tell me why you called." "Find me someone." Marcellus said with a grimace now forming. "Who would that be?" "Damien Claflin." Surprised, his eyes widened."Your own brother? This would be fun. Dead or alive?"

he said. I couldn’t help but nod, because I had no clue why anyone would want Ella Delgado. By calling me that, I realized they didn’t know who they really had. “Please, let me go. I’m a nobody.” He ignored me. “My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.”

He pulls me into a hug when he reaches me, both of us looking in surprise at Cain when he makes an odd sort of feral growling noise, which he almost immediately covers by coughing. "Did you just growl?" I ask with a laugh and he frowns at me, shaking his head as though I'm crazy so I look at Damien for backup and he nods. While Gale is walking across the course at a speed that a sloth could overtake her, Damien and I try, and fail, to imitate the sound Cain made just now, stopping when he shoots us a look that lets us know how much he's not enjoying our joke.

“I’m Santiago and you are?” Of course I know who he is, everyone does but he doesn’t need to know me, he just had to go call my brother. I shake my head sucking in a breath of fresh air, panic setting in again. “It’s okay just breathe, you know you still have to tell me your name or I won’t leave.” His voice is so calming and he smiles a lot. I sniff, trying not to gaze at him. “Ca-Cami…Camilla.” He grins widely at me, “See, we are getting somewhere.”

The general extended his hand to the woman. Aranjo stared with wide eyes at the figure of the man called the General. It was the figure of Vulcan, the God of Fire. Did God also undergo trials in the mortal world because of him? If so, then their soul mate just got here. Because the Emperor had already made sure that the man who went through the ordeal of love with her, would no longer have a soul mate bond in the next life or in the celestial realm. Aranjo is also upset with that God of Fire. Everything that happens to him is more or less because of that God.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

They've been friends since their college days back in New York, although they separated when they went their separate ways and met a few years later in Paris “Why don't you worry about your reputation, isn't it enough that your divorce is causing an uproar,” Ricardo suggested, he didn't even know why he decided to use Camilo for his work. But he had to say, Camillo was quite an influential man, his father was well known. His father was Mexican while his mother was French, Camillo was the only child; hence they spoiled him from birth. He was an artist, although Ricardo found his work quite inappropriate “She's beautiful, you hit the jackpot… I asked Gaston to l