Camilo X Yn Novels & Stories

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

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CAMILO “You heard that, right? I told you I wasn’t hearing things,” Camila removed my arm from her and turned around. Pedro and I followed her as the baby's voice became clearer. "Wait up!" I caught her arm and brought her to a halt. “What?” “This isn’t a good idea. It-” “It’s a baby, Camilo!” she exclaimed, yanking her arm free, but I grabbed her again. “Stop! Stop it! Will you listen to me for a second? I am not saying we should turn back. The guys and I will go check, but you stay here until I figure out if it is safe-"

Sound the alarm, I'm burning up🤣😭oh god Xavier leave Celia and come to me😭😭😭I'm lonely over here🤧🔥🚪🚶 Please y'all don't even listen to me🤣

Camila just stared, expression unreadable, lips pressed into a thin line. “Enough!” Camila’s voice finally broke through the chaos. She stepped forward and yanked Yolanda away. “For God’s sake, look at yourselves. You’re pathetic.” Yolanda turned, panting. “Pathetic? She slept with my brother!” “And you’ve acted like you’re royalty ever since your empire grew!” Camila snapped. “Don’t stand there pretending you’re any better, Yolanda. You treat everyone like they’re beneath you. You’ve done it for years!”

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."

Sam Style Ramos is an introvert person that captivated the heart of his ultimate avid fan. Sam’s grandmother is gravely ill , devoting himself and all of his effort to make her live longer even at the midst of Covid-19. By the help of the CAM application CEO, it opens a new opportunity for him. Mike as an avid fan helps Sam from his hardship and suicidal thoughts. The application makes sure Sam is the hottest streamer. By that time, he learned to strip off and entered the gay life which Mike Aquino Bautista tremendously waiting for. Thus, the application and heartbreak that damaged his entire life, will it give way for his heart to accept Mike without any hesitations?

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.

"What the hell?! Get a load of this, Camden! He's still so fearless, asking for your name. Xoan, do you think you're worthy of knowing Camden's name?" Camden crouched in front of him, grinning, revealing stained yellow teeth, the scent of tobacco assaulting Xoan's senses. "I'll tell you once, I'm Camden Reed. Remember my name." Xoan smirked coldly. "Fine, remembered." Camden, realizing the hour was growing late, no longer wished to waste words. He signaled his men to hoist Xoan up. About five men carried him, though drenched in the rain, toward the west.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. I had known. Of course I had known. Still, knowing something is coming doesn’t make it hurt less when it arrives. “We believe,” the elder continued, “that formalizing the bond between Ethan of Knoxl and Camila — daughter of an Alpha, hybrid born of both worlds — will stabilize the future of both packs.” I wanted to say something. Was it to protest? To scream that my father had just died, and that I was still bleeding inside and out, that this wasn’t the time. That love shouldn’t be forged in war and grief and political necessity?