Encanto Camilo Door Novels & Stories

can't enzo have a wife too? "wife, we're near empress dè banquet i'll come pick you up" "wait...." before i could finish my words, he hung up. what the heck is he doing? come and join him and his friends at the club? like what is this man scheming? i am not ready for this yet!! where i was standing is near the main gate, instead of going back for camilla again, i texted her.... "hey babe, enzo said he'll come pick us for clubbing with his friends, i'll wait for you at the main gate"

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.

Having a life with Dante would even be more miserable than the life she had growing up. She had already pictured her future in Gael’s family’s mansion, surrounded by riches, having servants at her beck and call. She had to have that life. She had to! A loud knocking on her door startled her. “Open the fucking door, Cami! You little bitch! You can’t get rid of me so easily!” That was Dante’s voice. With clenched fists, Camila stood up and opened the door. Immediately he saw her, he lashed out. “How dare you try to ditch me?!”

Charlotte laughs as my father questions her. "Uncle Adelmo, you don't want to know. Believe me." Before grabbing Camillo's hand and pulling him along with her, she tells him. "Where are you going, you two?" Sarah yells after them. Charlotte and Camillo come to a halt before returning their gaze to Sarah. Camillo smirks at Sarah and wraps his arm around Charlotte. "I have this limousine, and your sister has graciously allowed me to crash it in her garage. Do you want to come and observe?"

Where I saw weakness, they would see strength. Bellamy pulled away from me and went to his safe. He opened it and pulled out a beautiful cuff bracelet and brought it to me. He slipped it on my wrist and looked up into my eyes. “I got this from Beatrice long ago. It’ll bring you here if you activate it. It’s a way to portal without needing to have the magic to do so. Tap the center three times in a row if you need to, and it’ll bring you here. Only my portals can break through the wards, so it contains traces of my magic,” he explained.

Carl blew the truck's horn and they both walked to the door, which was a protective gate like almost every house in Maracaibo has. I grabbed my engagement ring, pulled it off my finger, and switched hands. Carl frowned when he saw that and raised his eyebrows when I pressed the button sliding the window on the side of my door. I pulled my right hand out with the glass down. That hand of mine showed off my precious garment plethorically, albeit subtly, as I just placed my palm on the door, more outward than inward, and greeted Francis with a very pleasant and cheerful "Hi! How are you?"

Bruno glanced at her once and started moving forward, heading for the front door. Without needing to be told, her legs quickened behind him, her eyes still taking in the old, abandoned-looking building. The roof looked weak, and the walls had molds and vines climbing over them. She wondered if this was actually where Rico held his meetings with his people. "This way." Bruno's voice caused her to turn to him, realizing that she'd stopped moving. She sighed and walked again. He stopped in front of the door, and instead of a doorknob, there was a passkey. Calla narrowed her eyes slightly, surprised that an old, worn house like this needed a password to get in.

When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.

Angelo smile, looking amazed at her. Suddenly they pull on the brake at the front of a big mansion with a massive signboard written in it Dellucci's mansion. It's like a paradise inside a paradise. It has numerous flowers, tulips, roses, name them all. The gate opens and a chauffeur walks out and opens the gigantic golden door for them to enter. "Calm down dear!" Caitrona solaces her angry husband. Caitrona still looking as if she's in her twenties and also Adonis.

Helena cooed, flicking her finger over the raised number on her own key. Camille nodded at Helena's statement and replied, "Well, I'm in room number three. It should be the first one we come across." I counted the doors as we passed, noting the differences in each one. While one door was a deep maroon shade with golden etching, another was a blinding shade of white. Confusion flashed across my face as I looked at the number thirteen, made from a golden metal, as it sat on the door. The white door was equally strange, sitting on a light blue plaque, the number nineteen shined brightly. As we approached the third door, I felt a frown form on my face. Helena let out a delicate laugh that echoed