Young Bruno Encanto Novels & Stories

When I grew up, I wanted to be the cowboy and take care of everything there, just like him. But that afternoon, Francisco wasn't there. In the semi-darkness, which took my eyes some time to adjust to, I saw Arnaldo hiding in one of the stalls, naked from the waist down, the stench of alcohol and cigarettes coming from him. A terrifying fear ordered me to run outside, to escape while I could, but my legs betrayed me and, instead of taking me away, they brought me even closer to that monster, when I could see that I was not alone. There was a child next to him, a boy my size, barefoot, disheveled, without clothes. I looked more closely at his face, trying to figure out who it was and I was ama

He scowls but only for a little while before his face lights up. "Oh, yea... Then I chose Brooklyn," "It doesn't work like that, sweetie," I inform him. "I'm a prince and I can do whatever I want," He says stubbornly, crossing his arms against his chest. "And just who told you that?" "Uncle Enrique," I sigh. I should know better than to leave my two-year-old with Enrique. Speaking of Enrique, he and Scarlett had a baby girl last week and I'm yet to visit but I shall do that tomorrow.

Bruno's gaze wavered as he looked at Mario. Clearly, they were not for me. Mario cleared his throat and explained, "Bianca almost ended up disfigured. So, we're giving her some jewelry and taking photos with her to cheer her up." Bruno hurriedly added, "I'll buy you something the next time I go for a competition. Don't be so self-centered now."

Yet, leaving her didn't sit well with him. He raised her hands that were in his and kissed the top of her palm. He patted it softly and walked out of the room with Claire and Anthony. "Claire do you have to talk so much?" Bruno groaned when they got outside. "When you have to converse with both humans and spirits all the time, you'll know what if means to speak too much". She replied him. "How old are you Claire?" Bruno was forced to ask. "I'm 15". She replied.

“It seems like you're not 100% sure you'll receive the antidote. Before coming here I heard that it was the property of the Royal Family, even in country H there is only one type of plant, so how can the current king give you medicine?" Bruno's hand that was drinking hot tea stopped, his phoenix eyes were deeply hidden under long eyelashes, making it impossible for others to guess his emotions. Bertha just pretended not to see his unhappy expression, she continued to probe. “In our country, for better or worse, you are the fourth son of the rich Felix family, but here, who are you? On what basis can I believe that you can buy me real medicine?” Bruno neither quickly nor slowly took a sip of

They knew what was going on with her and imagined they would have to ask her again. Bruno and Nicole were leaving the office when they suddenly came face to face with Dante, Sophie, and little Danna. "Brother!" Bruno was delighted to see him. “Hey, brother, we've come so you can meet our little Danna.” "But what a precious doll I have for a niece," Nicole immediately extended her small arms towards him, asking to be picked up. At that moment, Bruno couldn't help but let sadness invade his mind. His daughter would be a little younger than Danna at that moment.

It was not a surprise, it was bound to happen someday, but I had not expected it to be this quick. “The wedding preparations are going well, and Oscar and Aria have asked me to go through a few things with you.” Bruno pulled out a long list, nearly reaching the floor. “And where’s that big brother of yours?” “Still packing, I suppose,” I said, sighing. “I guess he has a lot of stuff.” “Meh.” Bruno scrunched his nose. “I appreciate him stepping up, but he hasn’t done much for the Garcias anyway.” He patted my back. “You are the real deal, and you will bring greatness to this family!”

“She’s… she’s perfect.” “She really is,” I say, beaming. Uncle Bruno barges in behind her, his booming voice filling the room. “Where’s my little warrior princess?” He spots Serena and grins, his rough exterior softening. “Look at her! Already got that Hart fire in her eyes.” “She just opened her eyes for the first time like five minutes ago,” I say, laughing. “Exactly,” Bruno says, winking. “Sharp and ready to take on the world.” Paul, Caspian’s brother, leans over to get a closer look. “She’s tiny, but I bet she’s got a set of lungs on her.”

Hills announced. “Mom!” “Come over here, son,” Mr. Hills called for Bruno. Bruno looked at Beauty before heading towards her father, as if he needed her permission. Beauty followed behind. "Grandpa, Grandma," she said, smiling widely. "This is Bruno Hathaway. My... fiancé. We are getting married soon." “Bruno, my grandpa Erwin and my grandma, Margaret.” “You sure he’s not a model from a toothpaste commercial?” Grandpa Erwin commented.

She asks in a cold, hard tone. “Oh my Goddess! It’s Joshua Logan!! DUUUUUUDE! I’m a huge fan,” Bruno, the muscle man, blurts out. A big smile replaces his scowl when he realizes who I am. He begins to approach me with his hand outstretched, like I’m gonna shake it. The abrupt happiness on his face is alarming and out of place. Combined with my panic, physical exertion, and the adrenaline dropout from the shock of everything I’ve seen tonight, I feel the black out as it’s coming. And I sure as fuck can’t stop it. “Well, shit. He’s going down,” Bruno says as I fall to the forest floor.