Mariano X Camilo Novels & Stories

The air inside the old cathedral was heavy with incense and silence. Stained glass windows bathed the pews in fractured colors, and at the altar, a single photograph sat framed in silver. Marco Falcone. Camilla hadn’t cried during the fight. She hadn’t cried when she watched Mateo fall, or when she’d handed over Angelo to the authorities. But standing here—where her fallen brother’s memorial had been hastily arranged—she finally let the tears fall. There were no crowds. Just a tight circle of people who had survived the storm he’d helped calm.

"And I've got another little surprise for you tonight." Camillo was the Marchianos' strong-arm man, and he had a bad and cruel reputation, but the moment he laid eyes on his wife, he completely dissolved. He was a different person altogether when he was with her, and he cared not who saw. She was deeply in need of safety from her very much so ex, and Camillo never let her down. They were the type of marriage that Isaac would have wanted, and Isaac could only hope that Isaac was as good as Kyoline. Vincent Danza looked at a message on his phone. "Leoluca just texted that Kyoline's almost here."

but I shook my head, joining the fight, the intrigue deepening as I spotted the mole—a trusted capo named Mariano, turning his gun on Sanna with a sneer, revealing his betrayal for the sheriff's promise of power. The room erupted in gunfire, Mantovani tackling Mariano to the ground, their bodies rolling in a tangle of punches and grunts, and I covered them, shooting at the remaining attackers, my heart racing as Mom fired her first shot, hitting one in the leg, and Sanna pulled her close, his voice rough with emotion, "You did good, Elena; we're in this together." The battle raged, the war taking its toll as Conti dropped Ryan in a corner and joined the fray, his shots precise and deadly, an

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Unknown to Carlos Lucien had approached swiftly clocking the back of his head with the barrel of his gun. "I'm bored of this shit" Lucien announced as Carlos's body dropped to the floor. I took my attention to Carlos's man. "Smart man" Diego praised him, His gun aimed for a man who had both his hands raised in surrender. This all seems way too easy. I'm missing something.. "Don't take the credit honey. You and I both know Maria would whoop my ass if I shot you. Either of you" He said looking between us all as if he was to know Maria better than we do.

​ANG TAGUAN NI MARCO ​Hindi sila dumeretso sa AXL Towers. Sa halip, dinala sila ni Xander sa isang abandonadong shipyard sa Cavite. Doon, sinalubong sila ng isang lalaking may pilat na sa mukha at may bitbit na mabigat na baril—si Marco Santillan. ​"Xander! Aria!" sigaw ni Marco sabay yakap sa kanyang matalik na kaibigan. "Akala ko ay tuluyan na kayong naging French royalty at kinalimutan na ang dugong Pinoy."

Pedro said again. "Yes, I want to marry you," Camila answered, making Pedro finally stand upright again. Then, he pulled Camila into his embrace. Happiness filled his heart, unable to be expressed in words. All the burdens he carried for the past few days seemed to vanish. His mind became clear, without any more conflicting thoughts about their relationship. Pedro felt like he owed Leo a big thanks for giving him this advice. According to Pedro, the only and best way forward was to marry Camila.

Looking back at the others, I notice Camillo trying to act covertly as he takes Nat's leftover Monopoly money. Drop it. Gerardo commands him sternly while gesturing at the ground with his finger. He begins, "But," but Gerardo interrupts him. "Oh no, forget it. Now." Camillo slumps his shoulders in defeat, pouts, and drops the cash back on the ground. Laughing, Marcelo says, "Now roll over boy." He addresses him in a dog-like manner. Everyone laughs, except Camillo who rolls his eyes and looks down.

He was recently married, his wife was a nice woman, whom I've only spoken to or seen a few times. "And this must be Elijah Camorra, Camila has told me quite a lot about you,Marcel Clair"Marcel says outstretching his hand. "Is that so?" Elijah asks looking down at me in amazement. "Lower your ego, just a tad bit"I offered, closing my index finger to my thumb. "It's an honor to meet you Sir, I've heard nothing but great things about you"Elijah says trying to get Marcel to let go of his hand.

“They are well known. I’m sure you heard it on the news. Their leader, Laureano Vitale, is old school.” My spine straightened, and I froze. Laureano? My heart hammered as I realized that Domenico really didn’t know who I was. At all. “I thought the leader’s name was something like Thomas.” “Tommaso,” he corrected. “He died a few years ago and his brother Laureano took over.” I stared at him as tears welled in my eyes. “What’s wrong?” Domenico asked as he moved to sit beside me. His finger tipped my chin up.