Encanto Camilo Door Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t usually answer the door at this time, but Camilo had people guarding the place ever since the Alejandro incident. I walked up to the monitor first, and my eyes widened in surprise when I saw Camilo on the other side. What was he doing here at this time of night? Yanking the door open, my face immediately twisted into a concerned frown, taking in the bruises on his face. “Wha-” I started to ask what had happened, but his lips against mine silenced me. I shuddered at his touch and kissed him back, feeling the familiar butterflies in my stomach.

Too many fails and a giant blue beast of a male would wander over and take you to one side to be searched and vetted the old-fashioned way. They had turned up when it wasn’t too busy and yet it still took them five minutes to get past the gates. However, once they were past the gates, everything seemed much quieter. The elevator took them down to the third floor where Heather was waiting for them at the doors. Heather instantly struck Camille as the motherly type, her jet black hair was done up in twist braids and pulled into a ponytail while her warm brown eyes glittered with friendliness. Her sepia skin glowed under the sterile lighting of the hallway which did little in taking away Heathe

I opened the door, my hand still on the doorknob when I froze. There he was. Ethan. The unhinged psycho himself. Standing right outside my door like he owned the entire damn house. Okay, fine—technically, he sort of did, but that wasn’t the point. “What the actual—” I started, but he cut me off before I could finish. “Camila,” he said, his voice calm and unbothered, “breakfast is ready.” I blinked. Once. Twice. “Excuse me?” “Breakfast. Downstairs.”

And this time, April almost held her breath when she heard the second knock on the door. She finally gathered all her courage as she stood up and walked to the door. She took a deep breath before she finally opened the door, giving him a fake smile so he wouldn't see how nervous she was right now. She could see Damon giving her a questioning look about the fake smile on her face and why she took long in opening the door. "I.. i was still dressing up the first time you knocked on the door." She answered even when the demon never questioned her. "Put this on." He handed over a black cloak to her.

Still no reply. Camilla grabbed the handle and tried to pull the door open but to no avail. Not only that, Elizabeth stood close to the door as well, staring anxiously. "Open up, Kairav! Now!" Camilla yelled angrily. Finally, the door began to move, albeit very slowly, and Elizabeth let out a gasp of relief. The door swung open slowly, revealing Kairav standing inside, wearing a blue striped shirt and black slacks. He blinked once or twice, clearly startled by the sudden appearance of the stranger in front of his door.

The security man who has now opened the gate got angry and started walking towards Camilla but Edwardo stopped him when he whined down the glass and looked at Camilla. "You must be from Mr/Mrs. Marcus," Edwardo said and Camilla nodded and got surprised as Edwardo was already expecting her. "Let her in," He said to his security man the tinted car windows were closed, and whined. His driver drove into the compound. The security man led Camilla in and closed the gate. Camilla followed Edwardo in but not close behind him. He ushered her to sit down on one of the couches in his living room and went upstairs.

He just hoped that it was not another man who had bought it for her, at that moment his mood soured. Camila heard a knock on the door and she became startled, not even a single soul knew she had moved to the place. The only person who knew was her father but at that moment he must be busy with Bella, her mood also soured when she thought about how a certain person was taking care of Bella. Being curious, she opened the door in a jiffy, only to find a certain man standing on her door with an icy aura.” What are you doing here?” She asked.

Pedro asked, trying to divert Camila's thoughts, making Camila finally look at him. "Yes, about 2 years," Camila answered, making Pedro nod. The elevator doors then opened, and they both stepped out. Camila walked ahead until she stopped at a door that Pedro assumed must be her apartment door. "Thank you for escorting me this far," Camila said, making Pedro just mumble in response. Camila didn't know what to do anymore, whether to go straight into her apartment or offer Pedro to come in, leaving Camila to just fidget with her fingers, while Pedro looked at her with raised eyebrows as if waiting for Camila's next words. But from his facial expression, it seemed like this man wouldn't leave un

"Can you just quit blabbing for a minute, at least?" Logan made a gesture as if to say. “whatever, you are the boss” And after three more knocks on the door, Camila raised her voice. "Anyone at home?!" She knocked again. Getting furious, she took some steps back at the balcony. "What are you doing?" She raised Logan's curiosity. "I hate waiting!" She scoffed and charged to leg down the door, but halfway, the door opened to a middle aged muscular man, and she backed down. But he wasn't so muscular— he was Puerto Rican, and had a wavy ebony hairstyle. "Who are you people?" He asked in a low soft but hostile tone.

Just how many enemies does this girl have? Camila Camila, baby, you are making this difficult for me. I crashed the bottle of bourbon on top of my table, picked up the jacket on top of my chair, and headed out. I got behind the wheel and headed to the only person I wanted to crash like glass, but not just yet until I got what I wanted. I arrived at her gates, and the gateman opened the gate for me. I parked my car next to hers and went for the doorbell, and I rang the damn thing. Camila emerged from behind the closed door, dressed in a short red satin nightgown. My cock stiffened. But I am not here for distraction. Fuck those long legs!