Encanto Camilo Age Novels & Stories

"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.

Pedro then looked at Camila, who was still wearing her hoodie and headscarf, making Camila look completely different from her usual appearance when she wore a chef's uniform at Leo's pastry shop. "I'm curious because you look younger, how old are you actually?" Pedro asked. Actually, he had previously read Camila's personal data, but it seemed he had forgotten, making Pedro curious again and asking directly. "27 years old," Camila answered, making Pedro nod. It turned out they were 3 years apart, a suitable age gap for a man and a woman. Pedro's mind began to ponder about their future. "Why don't you have a boyfriend?" Pedro suddenly asked, making Camila choke on the hot coffee still in her

Played open cards. But I had doubted Camilo. A moan of pain passed my lips, stifled slightly by the lightning and thunder above the canopy of leaves. I gripped the grass. Felt a surge of anger hit me in the chest. He had been seven years fucking old and they had asked him to help. Granted he had access to all of his men already but it was unbelievable to think about it. Camilo had been a literal child! The trauma he must have endured! The pressure he had to go through because of such a secret. How had they even coerced him into it? Not that Priamos was much older...

I ask him, I haven’t heard of him before, just the day that he was declared dead and Milo cried over him. “Since the day he was born,” he answers me with a smile on his face. “How old are you?” I ask him next, how old was he, if he knew Milo for so long? “I’m in my forties,” he says and my mouth fell open and my eyes opened wide, is he for real? He hardly look older than Milo, how could be that old? “Remember we don’t age, we take our sweet time growing up,” Theo throws in, helping me out here.

Camila had no choice than to smile lightly as she approached their august visitors, or more like her August visitors cause she was the only one who never expected to meet them. "Meet my second daughter Camila, the one we've been talking about''. Camila's dad Mr Edward introduced the moment she walked into their midst and only one of the visitors glanced at her with a wide smile on his face, while the other one who looked cold was busy on his phone ignoring her presence. The one who smiled at her looked like a man in his late fifties but he looked younger than his age as he still had a childish dimple which Camila noticed when he had earlier smiled at her. He looked too young and handsome fo

But then, my eyes caught onto another man I had not expected to find in this gathering, heck, when Camila mentioned a party, I never even though that it was a high profile one like this. Mr. Deangelo walked out of the crowd, his blond hair freshly cut close to the scalp, his dark blue eyes looking impatient, a mask in his hand and his stride determined. “Elena? I am so very surprised that Camila succeeded in dragging you out of your comfort zone.” He said extra-warmly, which caught me off guard since he was cold to me most of the time within the four walls of his home. I hesitated, feeling my stomach tighten. But then I forced a smile as he stepped up to me in the doorway of the solarium.

Eventually that friend only really took Camille to school while nurses came in to tend to Emily who was bedridden. The last time Emily had told Camille she loved her was the night before Emily passed away. Camille had only just turned twelve. Then there was Nathan. He had used those words as a weapon to ensnare Camille into his trap. She could remember truly believing him when he first said but realising much later down the line that Nathan probably didn’t love her at all and that it had all been a lie. Or maybe he did really love her but his love was not the kind Camille ever wanted tp experience again.

Even if she tried to fool herself, even if she rubbed her eyes and prayed to all the gods of cinema, it was impossible to deny reality. Why...? Why did the second male lead have to be THAT guy?! Helena's mouth opened in a silent “O” of horror. This... can't... be... real... It was Josh Angelito. “Josh Angelito! Camila! It's Josh Angelito!” Sabrina Collet grabbed Camila's arm so hard that her nails almost pierced her skin, screaming with hysterical excitement. “What?” Camila followed her gaze, frowning. And there he was. Director Cauan walked cheerfully ahead, with an attitude of polite servility, clearing the way for royalty. Behind him walked a blond man who looked like he had stepped strai