Is Camilo In Encanto Novels & Stories

Lorenzo shouted. "Speak of once, Carlo" said Camilo shouting also and the unknown. "You are an idiot Camillo, you feel fortunate under Razzo’s protection," I said before turning to me. "I don’t need it and you know it". Camilo answered. "I don’t have time to waste anymore so I’m here to take your wife" his last words took my breath away. "Me? Are you here for me?" I said completely pale and Lorenzo tightened his grip on my body.

“We haven’t started the bath.” “It’s fine. I shall wait. This is all so sudden, isn’t it? I was the one who would be doing this for Mistress Hana.” Camila said with a kind smile. “It’s natural to feel this way. It’s like a dream come true to be betrothed to the Second Prince.” The other servant said, clinging to her chest. “Yes, like Cinderella,” Camila said, not thinking. “Who’s Cinderella?” The first servant asked, returning from the partition holding Camila’s bath.

He thought to himself as the pad of his thumb grazed her soft lips. He studied her face and eyes for a while before letting out a forced smile, “You know when you act like this, it makes me want to hold you down and whisper some sweet dirty things into your ear.” “Amora, who’s at the door...” Camila froze in her tracks when she saw Antonio in flesh and blood. He was gripping onto Amora and smiling warmly into her eyes. “Get inside and get dressed. I will give you what you want later,” he winked at Amora while she turned to notice Camila standing.

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.

The moment my parents realized I was going to become the future Luna of the pack, they couldn't help but whisper to me, "Once you have power, don't forget to help us…" I didn't answer them. I didn't plan to make promises to a home that had never shown me love. Soon, the people who would walk me to the ceremony arrived. I stepped out past the gate, leaving my past behind. Ever since I left my house that day, Camilo had been worried. Many times before, I had been upset, but I always calmed down quickly. This time, he thought it was strange that I had completely cut him off. He thought about saying sorry, but he was too proud. He waited too long, until the morning of his marking ceremony with H

For some reason I could not stop looking at her, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life, she was an angel. I raised my head and looked at Camilo, with too many doubts in my head, " I don't understand?". "Congratulations my friend, it was a girl!" were his words and I couldn't stop looking at the image again, I had been speechless.

I walked towards the gates, I wasn't scared of getting hurt, I knew that Enzo wouldn't hurt me. As soon as I was there I knocked on the gate. The gates were opened by a tall big man, he had a frown on his face as he scanned my features. “Who are you,” he spat out. “Tell Alpha Enzo, Luna Camilla is here to see him,” I responded. As soon as he caught my name his eyes widened and without any words, he opened the gate for me to come in.

This time, Camila walked while holding her uncle's hand, Charlotte's husband. He was a tall man, with blonde hair and striking blue eyes, leading her towards the altar, where Pedro was waiting for her with a beaming smile, making Camila's heart beat faster. Even if Danmonte didn't hold Camila's hand tightly, she would have stepped on her long dress several times because of nervousness. Somehow, his slow steps felt very fast.

Enrique gave her a once-over as though she were invisible. “I mean it,” she huffed, flipping her hair again. “He’s no fun at all. You should hire someone who knows how to treat people.” Alejandro pinched the bridge of his nose. “Enrique, please escort her out.” Camila gasped, her eyes going wide. “I’m going, I’m going. No need to throw me out like a criminal,”she said, leaning down to kiss his cheek. He turned his face at the last second, so her lips barely grazed his jawline

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.