Mariano X Camilo Novels & Stories

Maximo pacified. “Argh!” I groaned, moving away from him. “Who are you?” Emiliano questioned. “Isn’t that a dumb question?” Mariano retaliated and Emiliano punched him in the face. He spilled blood from his mouth. “Answer me!” Emiliano demanded angrily. “I am your flesh and blood, Emiliano,” Mariano declared and chuckled. “Is the resemblance not great evidence?” “How come I never knew you?” Emiliano asked, taking a step back from him.

Mariano's expression darkened visibly, and he made me sit down on the chair I was previously tied to before sauntering over to Landon. "Motherfucker." He swore, landing a punch on Landon's eye. "Untie him." Mariano instructed Emilio, "I won't fight a man who can't protect himself." Landon was quickly untied, but he obviously didn't stand a chance against my man. Mariano beat him to a pulp, punching him hard across his face, kicking his gut, till he was bleeding profusely. "I love her." Landon choked through the assaults. "You will never love her like I do."

Just thinking about those amber eyes that glowed against smooth skin of varying shades of blue had Camille's heart rate quickening. "So did you meet anyone besides Heather?" Charlotte asked as they waited to be let out of the ark. "Donnie." Camille nodded. "And someone called Kal." "Kal?" Camille nodded. "He's a...a Draygonian. A lieutenant I think." "Oh Kal!" Charlotte's face brightened with realisation before she smiled. "I know Kal, he's really cool and so is his friend Sid. Bit of a player that one though which is probably better than what their other friend, Jag, is."

The Famiglia Capo looked like he wanted to crush Cosimo’s throat, and I knew he could have done it. Cosimo was one of the most vicious fighters, brutal to the very core, but a fight with Phoenix would probably kill them both. Even Simone and I couldn’t prevent that, not with Warren and Romero and the snipers. Cosimo’s face turned red, but he kept talking. “Manuele Villondo is our enemy, and I’m going to

Mila sat opposite her, clearly annoyed, and Andrade was in his usual corner—arms crossed, face unreadable, watching everything without a word. But the man sitting beside Marisol was the one who caught my attention. He looks tall, older, mid-fifties maybe—with slick dark hair and a too-perfect smile. Marisol’s hand was resting on his knee and his hand on the small of her back. The picture looked too intimate for comfort. Marisol’s eyes sparkled as she spoke. “This is Cristian Léon Marquez,” she said proudly. “Be nice now.” My chest tightened. I glanced at Andrade, waiting for a reaction, but he didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.

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.

Margarita replied, scared. "No, sir, seriously, I saw them with these eyes kissing,” said Maria. I remained static, but seconds later I could only clear my throat, so they got scared and continued talking about other types of topics. "Sir, can I leave? I feel a little unwell” said Camilo, and the truth was that he was so pale that it seemed that at any moment he was going to faint. “Aren't you going to eat something, man?" I asked him, surprised.

Marino eyed him, “You don’t even look half as good as I am.” He shot him a glare before opening his car door and stepping out, Marino following shortly after. “Hmmmmn.” Marino chuckled, looking around. He shut his door and they both walked to the entrance of the villa. They already had the attention of the few ladies, even men that were outside. He chuckled to himself. They stepped into the villa. He felt the pause of the crowd, he felt the awe and admiration, he felt the confusion and surprise. Domenico Pietro de Cerintti was back.

I heard his weak murmur so I cried even more. “Don’t even curse me! I won't forgive you,” I seriously said before giving him a glare. "I'm not cursing you, Wife… I'll find a perfect circle mango you want… Don't cry anymore," he said trying to wipe the tears from my eyes. But it just made me cry even more. “It’s fine. I'll just eat wha— ” Before I could finish what I was about to say, I immediately rejoice in joy when I heard Camillia's voice welcoming her Godfather Tom, along with her boyfriend Piolo.

JILLIAN “Who is Carina?” The doctor asked leaning a bit closer. “She is my proof,” I answered confidently. The doctor took his laptop of the bag he has with him and typed things on it. “What is her surname?” I realized I don’t know that I can’t answer. My stepmom’s smirk made me grin. “Suero,” Angelo whispered. “Suero,” I said smirking back to my stepmom. The doctor continued doing whatever he is doing and turn the laptop to me. There are arrays of pictures of woman with the same name on the screen. It’s an online site with tons of users. I pointed at her picture, so the doctor clicked on it.