Novelas y relatos de Camilo

The day went by with me relaxing by the pool but not swimming since the second I started to take off my shirt to swim in my bra and biker shorts Igor and the hunch back of Notre Dame or other wise known and Ace and the ass hole Pablo who’s still salty from me fucking him uk when we first meet, told me they would lock me in my room and tell Calder if I tried. Again what kill joys. Now I’m chilaxing on the over stuffed chair in the living room when the front door opens and in stumbles Calder with some blonde chick tucked into his side. “Wow your place is so big, you must be super rich” the chick giggles as he brings her closer to his chest and wraps his arms around her waist. He groans and gru

Gabriel sprang up to his feet in shock. “Please spare my father. I promise we’ll repay the debt in the next harvest,” Camila pleaded and sobbed. Gabriel stood there confused, trying to figure out how to calm her down. Camila had planned to be a bold and brave girl in front of the rich man but she broke. The servants and guards around him stopped and stared at the scene bewildered. Camila bowed to his boots. Gabriel’s conscience couldn't let that happen. He quickly bent down and lifted her back to her feet.

His other fingers played with my nub. His fingers pressed my clit as he inserted his full length into me. I cried out as my body vibrated. He gently thrust once again, kissing my shoulder and pulling me tightly in his arms. My fingers mashed his fingers on my clit as an electrifying wave hit me. Sweet and unexplainable, causing me to grind faster. This was my first time having a cock in me, but Gamma Liam was perfect at making me enjoy every feel of it. He knew how best to handle my body.

“That SUV? It’s not just anyone’s. It’s registered under a company. And guess who owns the company?” “Who?” Miguel demanded. Leo’s voice was tense. “A man named Victor Alvarez.” Miguel’s brows pulled together. “Never heard of him.” Camila froze, her hand on the gun. “I have,” she said quietly. Miguel looked at her sharply. “Who is he?” Camila’s eyes were cold as ice. “A ghost. A killer. A man you don’t cross.” Miguel’s voice was steel. “Then he just crossed me.”

he said, holding up a tablet. Camilla’s brow furrowed as she took the device from him, her fingers swiping across the screen. The image that appeared was a grainy photo of a man—someone she didn’t recognize at first. “Who is this?” she asked, her heart picking up speed. “That’s Darius Cane,” Luca replied. “He’s been in the shadows for years. A mercenary, but with ties to some very powerful people.” Camilla’s pulse quickened as she looked at the photo. “I’ve heard of him. But why is he involved with Bellamy’s organization?”

His body was now dissolving in a vat of acid. Dante Luciano was as far from a choirboy as they could come. Yet, there was something more primal at work, maybe even something I could justify as altruistic. Camila wanted to be kissed. Another step. Camila’s eyes grew impossibly larger, and her lips opened slightly as she backed away from me. Our feet moved in sync, one and then the other. Her breathing came faster, causing her breasts to push against her dress. The material tented over beaded nipples.

He was something else now, a god they’d dressed in music. Her throat tightened. For a moment, she forgot why they were here. Samuel touched her shoulder. “Abbie…” “...I see him.” She didn’t look away. Then a voice behind them: “You don’t belong here.” They spun around. A young man stood a few feet away, no armor, no weapon, but unmistakably Citadel, sleek white uniform, a faint silver glow at his temples where a neural implant pulsed. His dark hair was perfectly kept, his face sharp, too clean for anyone who’d ever set foot in the Ruins.

Meanwhile, I was out here with a trash bag full of disgusting laundry, trying to figure out how to light it on fire without making a scene. I was halfway to the firepit when I saw him. Greg. Standing there like some leather-skinned demon summoned straight from the worst part of my life, taking a lazy drag from his cigarette. He didn’t see me at first—thank God—but I froze like a deer, clutching the bag to my chest and silently screaming 'turn around, turn around, turn around'. Too late. He looked up, squinting in the sun. “Camila?” Damn it. I plastered on the fakest smile I could manage and gave him a tiny wave. “Hey. Just… uh, doing some cleaning.”

Cami smiled brightly. “Hi.” Mateo looked at her calmly. “Hello.” His voice was deep enough to cut through the music. Cami gestured between them. “I’m Camila.” Mateo’s gaze flicked briefly to Ariana. Then back to Cami. “Mateo.” Ariana’s stomach twisted. Cami continued smiling. “Well, Mateo, you’ve been staring at my friend for five minutes.” Ariana nearly choked. Mateo’s eyes moved slowly back to Ariana.

I just said trying not to look at his green eyes that much. “Whenever you want to escape, find this place. I’ll be here.” His words confused me. “I’m already here, I don’t want to go back.” He smiled at me making my heart melt and my body froze. His hand slowly wiped some stands of my hair from my face hiding them behind my ears. “Just remember what I said,” he spoke with a very low and deep voice. “Please tell me your name.” I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”