Encanto Camilo Door Novels & Stories

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

She looked in that direction. “Who’s that?” she asked and waited for an answer. The noise became louder, and a man clad in a navy blue suit came out struggling from the tall bushes. After the man appeared, the three squirrels and black butterfly hid in the flowers. He breathed deeply when he finally freed his self and looked at Camila with a smile on his lips. “Good evening!” the man greeted her. She looked at him blankly and ignored his greeting. “You’re not allowed to be here,” she told him before Lucas would knew outsider went to the garden. “Leave before my lord found you here. You would not like what he would do to you.”

A stunning woman maybe a decade older than me with long, cornsilk-blonde hair looks around the backyard. “Oh my god,” Nicky whispers. “I didn’t think she’d come.” “She’s got some coglioni.” Val snickers. “Who is that?” I ask, watching her float through the backyard, talking to this group and that. Everyone seems to light up at her arrival. “Camila Donato.” Nicky smiles conspiratorially. “The widow Marco, one of Enzo’s capos.” It takes me a second to connect the name “Enzo” with Dante’s father, partially because Camila looks more like she’s Dante’s age than his dad’s.

“If I want to sleep with your husband, Becky, I’ll do it. And he’ll scream my name. If you push me… I’ll do it right on your bed.” Becky’s hands twitched; she wanted to grab Alicia so bad. But instead, she spun around and stormed out. ************* “You can’t keep on showing up at my house, Camila. Don’t push it,” Diego said. His tone was calm, but there was clear annoyance in it. Before Camila could answer, the doorbell rang. The door wasn’t locked, so Zoe pushed it open and stepped in. The moment Camila’s eyes landed on her, they went wide like they were about to pop out.

Pressed against her pussy through her soaked panties. She gasped every time he hit the throttle. She was dripping before they even got there. The house was tucked into the hills. Modern. Black steel gates. No neighbors. No rules. They stepped inside, and Chloe stared. “Is this yours?” “No,” Monroe said. “It’s yours. I bought it for you.” Camila’s breath caught. “You… what?” “You live here now,” he said, locking the door. “No more hiding. No more running.” “You don’t own us,” Chloe said.

Camilo took out his phone from a bag. "He as well can't wait to see you. He is always excited with you, but with me, he is just a serious employee." Julian beeped, and a gate on a very large mansion opened. Just as they headed in, a jet also arrived from high and parked at the backyard of the house. "Well, look who is always on time. We are living, and I'm the pilot, so you all rest, and Camilo, have some time with your brother." Thalia headed inside the house.

I gazed up at Theonardo as he nudged me towards the stairs, watching as Camila made her way down them quickly, taking three at a time. "Keep the door locked until my mate arrives, and don't let anyone else in," she growled, placing her hand on the small of my back, pushing up a few steps. She watched me as I quickly made my way up them, rounding the corner and entering the room. I locked the door behind me, leaning my back against it, sliding down it slowly until I was settled on the wooden flooring. Hugging my knees to my chest, my heart began to palpitate, and I felt sick.

an officer muttered mockingly as they dragged Elias toward the stairwell, shoving him into the harsh, flickering fluorescent light of the building's interior. The roof was left empty, the rain continuing to wash away the physical evidence of the Door, keeping its secrets for a world that was no longer there.