Camilo Novels & Stories

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.

“You once told me a Caro woman must be the calm in the storm. But what if she’s the storm itself?” Camila set her glass down, fingers trembling slightly, the porcelain clinking with deceptive gentleness. Her gaze moved past Elise, briefly catching her own reflection—an older version of herself, faded by decades spent managing family interests, orchestrating alliances, and quietly steering the intricate politics between Caro influence and D’Amaro power. Camila Caro wasn’t just the perfect hostess; she was the architect behind the family’s survival. She arranged strategic marriages, mediated tense negotiations, and when needed, summoned men like Matteo D’Amaro directly—because she understood t

His scent was messing with my thoughts. What cologne was he even wearing? Carmelo lifted one thick brow, the arch disappearing into his messy dark curls. He let out a dry snort. “I’ve been through too many foster homes, Ria. I know how this goes. Getting to know me? Are you fucking serious?” I glared at him. Okay, Hailey—stop thinking about *that*. And definitely not *his*. “This isn’t a foster home, and this isn’t some drill—”

But I know who it is before I even open it. Nice try, brother. You'll have to do better than fireworks. Next time you miss, I won't. My pulse spikes. Riccardo leans over my shoulder. “He did NOT—” “He did,” I mutter. Then another message comes in. A photo. Camillo sitting on the hood of a burnt-out wreck, shirt torn, stomach wrapped with bandage, blood on his temple, cigarette in hand, smirking like he's posing for the cover of some magazine tagged Death Doesn't Want Me. He doesn’t look good and looks badly injured but he’s still flaunting it,

Sam Style Ramos is an introvert person that captivated the heart of his ultimate avid fan. Sam’s grandmother is gravely ill , devoting himself and all of his effort to make her live longer even at the midst of Covid-19. By the help of the CAM application CEO, it opens a new opportunity for him. Mike as an avid fan helps Sam from his hardship and suicidal thoughts. The application makes sure Sam is the hottest streamer. By that time, he learned to strip off and entered the gay life which Mike Aquino Bautista tremendously waiting for. Thus, the application and heartbreak that damaged his entire life, will it give way for his heart to accept Mike without any hesitations?

I choked. Nico sucked on his thumb. "My name is Nicola Alecc Lionelli-Montefiore Rivera." He said proudly. "It is nice to meet you, Ijjy." It was adorable how he could say his name so perfectly, but had problem saying mine. I smiled down at him. "It is nice to meet you too, Nicola." He grinned at me, then at Mariano and went with Meela to what I supposed was his room. I didn't have it in me to look at Mariano. His hands fisted in my hair, and he turned my head sideways to make me look at him.

He sat down on her bed, while Celine closed her eyes Go away Dad,i will report you to. Mum when she comes back You know daddy loves you so so so much Steve said And Celine loves you soo sooo much CELINE replied CELINE couldn't do anything again than to smiles That is the little secret they used in forgiving each other Daddy let go and swim CELINE holds her father hand ***************** I thought your man has brainwashed you Isabella aunty said Not like that aunty,am just busy in the office.That's all

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.

" Alessandro cut him of with his loud outburst. The man shiver in fear. "What did you just say?!" He was sure he heard wrong. "S-She has a baby...son actually....4 years old..." Alessandro gulped as he tried to intake the new found information. He felt as if something clogged in his throat. He couldn't speak.... "What's the boy name?" He asked after a moment. "Simon...Simon Emilio." He felt as if the ground has slipped underneath his feet. He has a son?

she sniffled, “you see, when I was younger, I have loved only one man; Camilo and I still do. He was everything to me and when he asked me to marry him, I was over the moon. Our wedding day was the most joyful day of my life and when I gave birth to Alejandro, my joy knew no bounds. Everything was perfect but then one day, the darkness started. Camilo borrowed some money from some men for he needs to get a better house for us because he wants to give his family the best. But before he could pay back the money, he lost his job and he took his savings to gambling with the hope to raise the money but it all went down the drain. His