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.”

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

Bruno glared at them, but his cheeks were already red since he knew to himself that the description was just too perfect for his own image. “That is not Alpha Louis! Oh no wonder you don’t like him! He is intense and unfriendly-looking because of his snobbish aura, and he seemed like he would just punch someone right there and then if he’s pissed. Knowing that he is also well-known among girls for not being friendly!” They compared. “But Bruno! It fits perfectly with your description! He is the perfect example of a friendly man; he excuses it as his flirting skill because he knows that he is charming when he is like that! ”Mica teased, and the girls laughed.

“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.

She told Dennis would stay late and leave after everyone. “I have an idea, it's enough that you are suffering…and well, I want you to see my men,” Marcus said while pouring himself some champagne, Ricardo didn't say a word. He had Camilo and Marcus drinking in his office. It was enough that he was letting them do that freely. He hated drinking randomly. “I need some women to paint… Can you give me your wife,” Camilo asked blinking mischievously at Ricardo, he was an artist? He required beautiful women to do his paintings. However, the deadly look he received from Ricardo had him laughing as he gulped down more champagne.