Encanto Camilo Age Novels & Stories

Now, I am very certain of what he is thinking… the very popular musician Camila Cabello. "You know the popular Camila, that's actually me. Though, I don't bear the ‘Cabello’ because I ohm…" I rumble, gesturing manically with my hands as I talk. "Just call me Camila." "That's the most I've heard you talk, Camila." He looks at me, sinking his teeth into his lower lip, a breathy smile at my distressed ranting. "I'm Luciano." "Hi, Luci." My voice is short and high. I guess I was growing nervous about his presence and it's obviously clear in the way I talked.

I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw how happy that made Camila, and Kennedy seemed pretty proud of himself. Then it was my turn to present my gift. I started by saying, “I have nothing fancy. No shoes, a journal, or a stolen book from my private section.” The kids laughed. Yeah, they were all kids, and Camila was the only teenager among them. They should be kids for as long as they could. I pulled out an envelope from my pocket and handed it over to Camila, whose brows furrowed. She quickly tried to rip it open, but I stopped her and said, “You can’t open it until you are eighteen, Mila.”

My body molded perfectly against his and for a moment, it was just him and I. "What a cute couple!" A raspy voice said. Jayden and I pulled apart quickly and as we did, I felt something hard brush against my thigh. Huh? "You are?" I asked the old woman "I should be asking you that. You're the one snooping around," she accused. "Is this where Camilo Reyes lives? I'm looking for him," I told him. Her shoulders slumped. "Oh, you're one of little Camilo's friends i see. Unfortunately Camilo passed away some days ago. He was stabbed mercilessly on his way back home and a few days later, someone broke into the house," she explained. Jayden and I exchanged looks.

She has a broad smile on her face as she welcomes us. "Good afternoon, I am Camila the senior designer and I am here to help you find that perfect dress you are looking for." She says, grinning. It looks like she practiced that before we came. I put on a fake smile and try to ignore Richie’s hand that was trailing behind my back. "I have heard so many amazing things about you two, I have watched engagement videos and I have to say, you will make the perfect couple." She says looking at Richie and me.

"We could arrange a call or meeting with Jencarlos Canela, your so called Bruno to answer these questions for you... you do know that you hold that much power-" "No no.." That's alright. "Either you're going to sit here and sulk about a telenovela or you're going to go to that seven year olds party and get Mila." Felipe added. "Right, I forgot about that.." He said walking away before Felipe called for him. "Alfredo?" "Yes?" He turned back, intently listening to what Felipe had to say. "Mila is your amour." This knocked the air right out of his lungs. He blinked a few times, no it couldn't be. He hadn't known her name so he just always called her amour even with the tattoo that was inked rig

I said it in amazement "It wasn't hard to tell, so how old are you now?" Camila said it "You don't want me to know," I said as we entered school “18?” asked Cameron “No, 200 years,” I said with a smile “Oh, you are immortal...awesome,” Camelia said excitedly "Yeah, come on, we're late for class," I said as we entered history class

She was putting on a one-piece red tube dress with minimal make-up on her delicate face. Seeing Zenos, she stood up while holding her expensive purse, excitedly yet nervously. "Hi. I'm Camila, your fiance-to-be. We met on Harlow's birthday four years ago." She introduced Zenos didn't acknowledge her words; instead, he strode into his office, understanding what was happening. Mr. Robin and his family were getting impatient, so they sent this person to him to control him. If Zenos hadn't come across Hayden, Zenos might have played with them, but...

"You were just gawking at Millenium Dreams earlier, and now at my driver? I had no idea you were also a fan of the elderly." "What? Ade, he isn't so old. He is twenty five years old." "Yeah, 25 and off-limits." I answered. "What? Is he dating someone?" "Secret!" I gave her a funny wink and went to where Cielo is. She also proceeded to the location of her driver, still looking annoyed because I didn’t answer her question. "Good afternoon, young lady," Cielo greeted me. I gave him a warm grin. "Hello and good afternoon. Is Papa in the house?"

“He’s a good guy, and I’m sure you’ll like him.” “‘Good guy’? That’s all you’re giving me here?” I scoffed, throwing my hands up in frustration. “Who is he, Mom? Where did he come from? Are you sure about this?” My voice was laced with desperation because this was starting to feel like a bizarre dream—no, scratch that, a nightmare. She sighed, clearly unimpressed by my dramatics, as she continued setting the table. “Yes, Camila, I’m sure. And his name is Greg. We’ve been dating for over a year.”

Carlo explained seriously. "He has been in jail for ten years and has been released five years ago,” he continued. "He didn't get married again and no children. After you and your mother left, he went to the police saying you were missing but that was before your dad found a way to get the divorce for your mom and changed your last name into Cardinal. It just got harder for Reynaldo to find you.” He stopped. "Until now,” he added making Edmund sigh.