Camilo X Bruno Fanart Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, Zara. I would have stopped him if he’d consulted me first. It’s your day off, and you must have had plans.” “No, actually, I don't. I don’t mind being here. I love spending time with him, and Camilo’s paying me more than my usual rate today. So, it’s a win-win for me.” “Well, thank you. I appreciate you." Just then, Camilo’s cologne wafted through the air. I turned toward the entrance as he walked in, looking handsome as always in his black jeans, brown boots, and a black and grey checkered shirt left open to reveal his white crewneck undershirt. He topped it all off with a slouchy grey beanie.

“Vampires and Dragonkin don’t usually mingle, but yes I have some in stock.” “We’re special like that.” Milo grinned and chose a seat near the bed where I’d sat down. “What kind of art do you want?” He didn’t make any introductions so I didn’t feel the need to introduce us either. I pulled a sheet from my jacket pocket and handed it to him. I’d already designed it myself but if he was as good as I thought he was then he’d redraw it. “It’s in cuneiform, two names and a black baccara rose with thorns on the stem.”

Camilo showed a faint smile before he wore a pair of silk gloves. He then calmly hooked his finger toward Philip. A simple movement was enough to show Camilo’s extreme confidence. Bryce Kennedy and the others frowned when they saw the sight. They could tell that Camilo was a formidable opponent. “Let me introduce everyone…” Axel Garcia stood up and smiled at the people around him. “Camilo came from India’s Celestial Temple. He had been training since he was seven! When he was seventeen, he was already a King of Arms! “In the next five years, he had been training on his own to accumulate his strength steadily.

“This place means so much to the three of us.” “Enough, you big lunatic. Let go before I have to punch that ugly nose of yours!” Marcos growled playfully. “I’ll back off just to get a look at this cutie here,” Bruno said, eyeing me up and down. “You’re hotter than when you left this town, waving at us mortals with that gorgeous ass.” He held back a laugh, teasing Marcos.

I get up from the bench and turn to talk to them. “Hey Jason what’s up?” “Not much just getting a pump in you know? I didn’t know you lifted.” “Who’s this?” Sean asks. “It's my boy Pablo. We have art together. He’s chill.” Jason says. “Who?” “He goes to our school, dude. He’s the only Mexican at our school.” “Oh that guy! I thought his name was Juan.” “No idiot. It's Pablo. Isn't that right Pablo?” I stay quiet for a moment. Were they having a conversation about me, in front of me?

It was a beautiful thing alright, but at this point Camila found herself tuning them out just to stay sane. They stopped by a row of street artists selling quick portraits and surrealist takes on the city. One artist had lined up spray cans and was working with a scalpel and fire to create something that looked like a dream halfway through combustion. Nico got distracted by a girl sketching a cat wearing a crown making Rafael rolled his eyes so hard it was audible. “Cool shit though,” he said, “I could get my portrait done and hang it up on my wall?” Cam was about to reply when her phone buzzed, she sighed and stepped away to answer it, walking toward a quieter side of the piazza, near a fou

“Here it is!” “A heart?” I unfold the small piece of paper to see a crudely drawn heart in what looks to be mud. “No—It’s not a heart!” Bruno points out the shaky lines. It has letters, too. ‘A+B’. It's for us.” Bruno beams a smile with all his baby teeth. “A for Ana and B for Bruno.” “Ah, yes,” I have to nod, trying to hold in a laugh. I don’t want to be mean, but I wouldn’t have guessed that was what it was. But Bruno is a child. Unlike someone I know, he has an excuse to write poorly.

Helena asks nervously, pulling Marcelo's arm. "Finding you a suitor, sis," he responds with a smile. "Marcelo!" the lady seated next to him scolds, tugging at his shirt in vain. "Please, don't do this to your sister." "What's your name?" Marcelo asks. "Bruno." "Do you want to be someone's boyfriend for a 'happy birthday'?" Marcelo asks Bruno. "I accept." Bruno surprises everyone at the table with his response.

"Bruno.We need to talk." His eyes clashed with hers they were empty."Camilla is coming."He said and walked past her,he's angry there's no doubt about that."How is he?" "He's fine."Camilla said."And breathing on his own."She looked back and forth between them her eyes held Bruno's,Sage can see the worried look on her face. "What.What's wrong with him." "We ran some tests when we couldn't find anything wrong other than the normal teething signs and what we found isn't good."

the brunette said nudging Roman who gave him a death stare. “good morning princess, sorry theses idiots are here, these are Harry and Elijah” Harry was a brunette with green eyes while Elijah was hazel eyed with tattooed skin. “guys, this is Camila” “she looks good and I’m sure she’s also good in...” Harry started to say but he was cut off by Roman digging his eyebrow into his stomach. Harry fell to the ground with a dramatic groan and Elijah rolled his eyes. I chuckled.