Camilo X Mariano Novels & Stories

Montana I wanted to scream but I couldn't even open my mouth it felt like I was hypnotized, he is Dominican El-Marciano, the son of the unshakable Drug lord, right now I could feel beads of sweat running down from my forehead, my blood stopped running immediately, how did I end up in the house of the Maciano's, I couldn't take it anymore the air-conditioned was on but I am sweating so bad that I started dating myself with my own hand

kino and xiana smiled at what the man said. "The love of a man and a woman that we can now call marriage, You Kino Sancho and Yna Drixity are here for your wedding, we know that you both find that you can work together until you find each other and show love and become one because you love each other" the guy smiled at them and so did everyone else

I heard his weak murmur so I cried even more. “Don’t even curse me! I won't forgive you,” I seriously said before giving him a glare. "I'm not cursing you, Wife… I'll find a perfect circle mango you want… Don't cry anymore," he said trying to wipe the tears from my eyes. But it just made me cry even more. “It’s fine. I'll just eat wha— ” Before I could finish what I was about to say, I immediately rejoice in joy when I heard Camillia's voice welcoming her Godfather Tom, along with her boyfriend Piolo.

Stumbling into the living room, my eyes widened as I saw Lorenzo get up from the floor with a bloodied nose, while Camila stood between him and Camilo, attempting to push Camilo back. Panicked, I considered helping hold Camilo back, but I was not sure if it was a good idea with his wild expression. I had not seen him like that before. "Get the fuck out!" he exclaimed, pointing at Lorenzo, and Camila cried out that he was leaving. “Please, stop this, Camilo!” Camila cried out in a broken voice, and Lorenzo stood, raising his hands in surrender before picking up his jacket and walking to the door. Camila collapsed on the couch, looking exhausted, and I rushed over to hug her. “What the fuck’s

Currently, I’m serving drinks on one of the four round sectionals, accommodating about ten club-goers where Camilo and his friends are. “On the main floor,” I replied curtly. I knew they broke up because he cheated on her. It’s an ugly breakup, and I’m definitely judging the guy even though I knew little about him. I’m biased that way. Maya became more of a sister to me like Tina. “Tell her to serve our table,” he commanded in a gruff voice. From what I gathered, Camilo is from a family who owns a winery here in Las Mencía. The petite, dark-haired girl wrapped around his body doesn’t seem to mind that her boyfriend is looking for another girl while he’s with her.

They've been friends since their college days back in New York, although they separated when they went their separate ways and met a few years later in Paris “Why don't you worry about your reputation, isn't it enough that your divorce is causing an uproar,” Ricardo suggested, he didn't even know why he decided to use Camilo for his work. But he had to say, Camillo was quite an influential man, his father was well known. His father was Mexican while his mother was French, Camillo was the only child; hence they spoiled him from birth. He was an artist, although Ricardo found his work quite inappropriate “She's beautiful, you hit the jackpot… I asked Gaston to look her up, she's everything you

“Martina Marino.” “Very cute name.” “Yes. Cato loves it.” I rubbed my hand across my stomach. “You’ve known Cato for a long time. Anything interesting you can tell me about him?” “I don’t know him as well as I thought I did.” “What does that mean?” “Well…” He finished placing the sugar cookies on the baking sheet before he carried them to the oven. They were cut out into candy canes, sleighs, and reindeer. He took off the oven mitts and returned to me. “If someone had asked me if Mr. Marino would settle down with a woman, I would have said no. If someone had asked me if Mr. Marino would have a family, I would have said no too. He’s turned into a man I never thought I would meet. So, in the e

Just thinking about those amber eyes that glowed against smooth skin of varying shades of blue had Camille's heart rate quickening. "So did you meet anyone besides Heather?" Charlotte asked as they waited to be let out of the ark. "Donnie." Camille nodded. "And someone called Kal." "Kal?" Camille nodded. "He's a...a Draygonian. A lieutenant I think." "Oh Kal!" Charlotte's face brightened with realisation before she smiled. "I know Kal, he's really cool and so is his friend Sid. Bit of a player that one though which is probably better than what their other friend, Jag, is."

As soon as the leather touched her skin, the floodgates cracked open and the flashes came. Massimo’s body half-buried under rubble. His bloody smile. “Didn’t think I’d fall for you literally.” His voice, raw with urgency: “Talana!” She swayed where she stood, swallowing hard. The door slammed open. Mariano entered, trench coat still dusted in ash. His jaw was locked in a grim line, and his eyes, those storm-gray Sanchiano eyes, held a kind of grief that didn’t need to be spoken. “Talana.”

Looking back at the others, I notice Camillo trying to act covertly as he takes Nat's leftover Monopoly money. Drop it. Gerardo commands him sternly while gesturing at the ground with his finger. He begins, "But," but Gerardo interrupts him. "Oh no, forget it. Now." Camillo slumps his shoulders in defeat, pouts, and drops the cash back on the ground. Laughing, Marcelo says, "Now roll over boy." He addresses him in a dog-like manner. Everyone laughs, except Camillo who rolls his eyes and looks down.