Camilo X Bruno Novels & Stories

He hit Bruno in the nostrils; a drop of blood came out. Bruno didn't say a word. In fact, he smiled. He kicked Carlo on the knee, and he landed on the ground with a huge thud. He groaned, holding his backbone. Bruno moved closer and placed a leg on his stomach. “I must not see you around, En… around her, anyone. Or else, you wouldn't live to see the light of the next day.” Bruno threatened, his voice harsh and sharp. “She doesn't belong to you.” He grounded his boots against Carlo’s tummy, as if he wanted him to vomit his intestines.

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.

I quickly told Bruno to take cover and he luckily responded on time through the mind link. “Hurry, they could come back at any time. Go find those little fools," I heard a voice that sounded familiar. The person's face showed and I couldn't believe Camila was now in our Pack house. After some minutes I heard the twins screaming my name. With the sound that was coming from upstairs, I could tell those men had captured Bruno, and I was the only free one. “Good take them to the car," Camila said about walking out when I hit her from behind.

"But unfortunately, by blood--she is." Cecilia opened the car door and stepped out. The afternoon sunlight was harsh. She narrowed her eyes and caught sight of a figure emerging from the hospital's side entrance. Bruno had changed into a dark-colored coat. His complexion looked especially pale under the sun. His stride was steady, but his left hand remained subtly drawn in toward his side. "Looks like they didn't hold back," Liam said, his gaze settling on the shoulder Bruno was unconsciously guarding. "This was just a warning," Bruno replied calmly.

{Abebi } "Are you out of your mind?" Mac Allister's words carried both disbelief and a hint of anger. He understood the danger we were in, yet he stood his ground. Bruno, however, seemed to revel in the chaos, his intentions revealed by his chilling response. "I have always waited for this day," he declared, his voice dripping with malice. My heart pounded in my chest as Bruno's finger tightened around the trigger. I closed my eyes, bracing for the worst, but instead, a gunshot echoed through the air. I cautiously opened my eyes to see Bruno lifeless on the ground, blood staining the earth beneath him.

I sucked in air, my hand clenching on the railing to drag myself upright as mytwo brothers laid down hellfire. Camillo was roaring, stumbling behind a crate, firing back in return, but his shots were weak, unfocused-more desperation than skill. The metal echoed with the sound of clanging boots as Rafael forced his way forward, switching angles and making Camillo abandon cover with another precise shot, straight into his leg. Camillo screamed, falling to one knee. Smoke swirled around him. Blood pooled beneath him. But still-he laughed. A wet, broken sound. “You think you’ve won?

Bruno’s eyes darkened. His mind moved quickly. Too quickly. Possibilities. Traps. Mistakes. Or— A chance. “Did she sound credible?” Bruno asked. There was a brief pause. “…nervous,” Romano said. “But not like she was lying.” Bruno exhaled slowly. Thinking. Calculating. Gennado watched him closely. Because this— This was the moment. Action or patience. Control or impulse. Bruno made his choice. “Don’t call me for something like that again,” he said calmly.

I hurriedly ran behind him to stop him, but I was too late. "You must be Camillo," he said, extending his hand for a handshake. "You must be Lucas," Camillo smiled as he shook his hand. Turning to Ivy, he added, "This is my girlfriend, Ivy." "Nice to meet you," she said, shaking hands with Lucas. Shy and cute, I couldn't help but love her. "I know you," he said to Camillo. Camillo laughed, folding his arms. "I don't think we've met."

“Even if you don’t, you have no choice. You stay here with me.” “Capo, a voice called out behind us.” Bruno turned around to face the source. “Callisto, have ever heard of privacy? Repeat this error again and you will lose two more fingers this time around.” Bruno growled. I turned around to face the man, directing my gaze to his hand, and there it was. He had only three fingers in his left hand and losing two means, he will have one finger left. I stare at Bruno in shock, I knew he was a monster but I didn’t know to what extent he was. He is so cruel.

He called out to them but they didn't care to respond. “Camila! Come out!” he called out to his older daughter to come out of the house. A beautiful teenage girl came running out on her father’s voice. “Get them inside. They’re gonna hurt themselves!” Bruno said and stood up to step into the fields. Camila obeyed her father and set out after her sisters. She could see the movement in the field near the scarecrow. Ironically, most of the straws of the scarecrow had found new homes in crow nests around the field. Bruno pledged to repair it every time he saw it but always ended up leaving it for later. The miserable scarecrow, like its owner, longed for a break that never came. Camila and the s