Colombia Stories

When Summer Walters was six years old, her world was shattered. The day her baby brother Sean was born should have been a moment of joy, but it became a nightmare when the police arrived with devastating news-her father had been murdered, his body discarded in the woods. For years, she believed the lie that he was a victim of random violence. But in 1989, at twenty years old, Summer uncovered a truth far more chilling. Her father had been a drug dealer-not just any dealer, but an informant working with the FBI to escape the grasp of the ruthless kingpin Franz Sanchez. His betrayal had cost him his life. Now, armed with the truth and a fire for justice, Summer refuses to be another victim. She is determined to bring down the man responsible for her father's death, no matter the cost. Her journey will take her into the heart of a dangerous empire, where trust is a luxury and betrayal is inevitable. But Summer is no longer the scared little girl who lost her father. She is a woman with nothing left to lose-and everything to fight for. This is her story. A story of loss, betrayal, and revenge. And she won't stop until Franz Sanchez pays for what he did.

Sofia Luna Burke has spent her life surviving on grit, ink, and independence. Raised among fighters and shaped by loss, she hides her softness behind sharp humour, brutal honesty, and the tattoo gun she treats like a second heartbeat. She doesn't trust easily, doesn't fall easily, and definitely doesn't let anyone see the bruised parts of her-until a certain mechanic keeps showing up exactly when her walls start to crack. Dominic Ezra Martínez looks like trouble but lives like a man desperately trying not to be. The world sees quiet strength, calm patience, and a body built for work, not war-but inside him sits a past he'd rather drown than let surface. Loyal to a fault, gentle in ways he never learned from anyone, he carries his trauma in silence... until Sofia becomes the one person whose voice can steady the noise in his head. Together, they fall into a connection that neither of them planned-slow, magnetic, and terrifyingly real. Their friendship grows through late-night calls, gym banter, shared wounds, and moments that feel suspiciously like fate. And the closer they get, the harder it becomes to ignore the truth: they're not just healing beside each other-they're beginning to heal because of each other.

Vivemos em um mundo onde a liberdade só era uma palavra, um mito, um sonho. Fomos criados com o único objetivo de apenas obedecer. Queremos nos livrar disso, queremos ser livres.

¿Sabías que una semilla, antes de convertirse en planta, tiene que romperse? Desde afuera parece un fracaso, algo pequeño que se quiebra y desaparece en la tierra oscura. Pero esa ruptura no es el final, sino el inicio. El dolor de abrirse paso bajo la tierra es la que permite que brote vida nueva. Sin romperse, nunca germinaría. Así ocurre también con nosotros; a veces sentimos que nos partimos en pedazos, que todo se oscurece y que no hay más que tierra alrededor. Pero en esa grieta, en ese proceso lento e invisible, se está gestando algo más profundo.

Meet (Y/n). A girl who loves drawing, who can be a little sarcastic, and who somehow (coincidentally) loses her voice all of a sudden. But is it really a coincidence if it keeps happening? That's when Camilo comes in. He likes (Y/n), as she is now a good friend of his cousin, Mirabel. But when inside Casita, he can't help but feel like there's something he's missing about her. Something a little suspicious. Something really familiar yet very distant. But what? Wait, she's just a normal person like everyone else. A person with a really cool talent. After all, she's the one who painted the family tree on the wall in the center of the Encanto. So why does Camilo want to know more about her? Is there more than one reason? And what relationship does she have with his house? Read to find out! P.S. You may notice that I put 🎵 in my stories. 🎵 = There's a phrase that reminded me of a song. See if you can guess it! ⚠️I DO NOT OWN THE ENCANTO MOVIE PLOT AS WELL AS THE ENCANTO CHARACTERS!⚠️ This will probably turn into a Camilo x Reader so Imma just put it in the tags just in case.

Abuela Madrigal once treated the Callisto family as if it was her own, and celebrated y/n's uncanny resemblance to Mirabel as an indicator of the friendship between the two families. Mirabel and y/n got into all kinds of trouble due to their twin looks, no one could tell them apart. No one except Camilo, who was y/n's partner in crime, two barely school-aged kids who could steal a papaya from under your nose, leaving no one the wiser. But everything changed the day Mirabel turned five. Y/n with she/her pronouns, y/n × Camilo, y/n and Mirabel friendship. DISCLAIMER: Disney is the owner of their characters, original storyline and settings from the movie Encanto. However, the storyline I have created within this book, as well as the additional characters and settings are my own. Fan Art Acknowledgments within cover: @Megpeggs Tumblr @Yamarinnn Reddit @Anapinklove Pinterest @Alberto Luka YouTube @NismApin Twitter @Tqmmisa twitter

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I deleted my fist story because I dunno what to put their but anyways. this story is all about a girl named Philippines who always gets hurt And this is a fan fiction it's all fake and WARNING self harm... [ edit : this is my first story so I completely understand if y'all don't like it ]

MY FIRST TIME MAKING A STORY - Complete - I'm sorry if this story doesn't make sense. I just make this story using Camilo's head cannons and put it all together to make the story 😭👍 Sorry if this very weird..I actually made this for myself for fun... But then I changed my mind 💀... 1K+ Readers!? Thank you for reading this, I'M VERY HAPPY 😁❤

𝓓𝓸𝓼 𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓻 𝓵𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓫𝓮𝔃𝓪. 𝓓𝓸𝓼 𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓸𝓹𝓬𝓲ó𝓷. 𝓣𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓡𝓪𝓶í𝓻𝓮𝔃 𝓷𝓸 𝓷𝓪𝓬𝓲ó 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼. 𝓒𝓸𝓷 24 𝓪ñ𝓸𝓼, 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓶𝓫𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓪, 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝔂 𝓵𝓪 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻 𝓶á𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓵 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓪, 𝓭𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓼, 𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝔂 𝓪 𝓬𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓪 𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓪 𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓿𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓼. 410 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓵𝓪 𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓷... 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓷𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓪. 𝓗𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮 𝓛𝓤𝓐𝓡 𝓛𝓐 𝓛. É𝓵 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪. 𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓪. 𝓒𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓼𝓾𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓼 𝓼𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓷, 𝓷𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪: 𝓱𝓪𝔂 𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓪. 𝓜𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓷, 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓲ó𝓷 𝔂 𝓾𝓷 𝓳𝓾𝓮𝓰𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓭

Marilyn, es una mujer trans que está apunto de cumplir 35 años. Toda su vida se ha dedicado a la prostitución en las noches y en el día a la peluquería. Tiene dos clientes habituales: el padre y el alcalde del pueblo. Con este último tiene una pelea una semana antes de su cumpleaños, discusión que le acarrea muchos problemas el día de su celebración.

Not even gonna lie this is just something I'm making up as I'm going. Just practice for writing my own story one day. Your characters' name is Sophia Valeria Alvarez. This is to make it easier for me, and so the story moves smoother. I can't be the only one who reads Y/N instead of reading it as my name. To me it sounds weird. If you would prefer using your own name or a made up one, go right on ahead. Like I said, the name I input was just to make it smoother as the author. But you can change it, along with any other details I might write about your character, although I'll try my best to keep your details as vague and broad as possible so you have that freedom. A few details that will be specifically mentioned are: ~ Your character will have green eyes. ~ I may at times describe I slightly thinner but curvy build, but trust me I'm going to try to keep it as broad as I can so it can be more inclusive. ~ I may describe longer hair, but this detail I would suggest keeping because your hair will be one viable part of the story. If you don't want to, again go ahead. I'm writing your story, but you can choose your looks. ~ Going along with that, I will probably describe curly hair as well. It's one of the many types of hair in Columbia, and I thought for some specific parts in would match up more. Feel free to think of it differently though! ~ there may be some parts that might include topics that are little more sensitive. I will put trigger warnings as the first line just in case anyone gets set off by it. Maybe it's different when it's written but it's better to be safe than sorry. Here's an intro for the story: You're staying in a village as a form of escape. You had arrived not too long before the village began celebrating Antonio's birthday. Your aunt who provided your current safe house explained just in time to you the importance of this one family and their gifts. Now what happens next?

You're his Reina, and he's your Camilo. An eternal bond, both an illuminating spark to each other's darkness. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ (a story about camilo madrigal and reina sanchez (you!)) fun fact: reina means queen in espanyol so i thought it would fit the storyline more with your name being that. i apologise if you don't like that concept :( THANKS FOR READING!!

La verdad siempre sale a la luz.

holaa, mi primera historia, es de mi vida, nada tan inetresante. lol

Dolores Madrigal x Reader Oneshots! Encanto is by Disney, NOT me!!

Camilo x Cecelia(Y/N) In this story you're playing as Cecelia, you can just read your own name in her place, it's just more easier for me to write this way. Thank you for understanding. Enjoy :) Cecelia awoke to a knock on her door, the food on the table was cold and untouched except for the for the candle that was burnt out now. She got up quick and rushed towards the door, excited to greet her siblings but when she opened the door she was greeted by the curly haired boy with and sweet smile on his features holding a roulade. "Hola loca." (This is not my story, credits go to the creators, I'm just writing a fanfic.)

For when James favourite Bar was replaced by a flower shop.

Back in Encanto, after Mirabelle has saved the house, things start to get worse. A year after the last disaster, Camilo finds something that could take over the miracle itself. And he is the only one who can stop it... *Disney owns all of these characters by the way!

"Las mentiras son las excusas que tarde o temprano se revelaran, y las excusas son las mentiras que la gente dice para no decir la verdad" México de hecho es ambas, es un mentira y una excusa a la vez. Solo que la gente aún no lo sabe... ¿Como saber qué la persona que creías el amor de tu vida te engañaría y mentiría en la cara? La gente necesita a alguien en quién confiar, con quién soñar, mentir, vivir, compartir, amar, cuidar... y México es justamente eso, o al menos lo intenta -¡No es mi culpa! -grito aquella extraña desconocida -Hoo, ¿y si no, de quien es? -gritaron casi todos los que se habían ya recuperado del sobrecargo de información. -Amo cuando hablan como yo, pero... ¡Todo esto es su culpa! Si no se hubieran enamorado de mi, ¡nada de esto estuviera pasando! porque entonces la misión no se hubiera complicado y sus corazones y sentimientos no estarían en juego. Aunque también es algo mi culpa. De todos modos nadie nos puede juzgar; ni por x o y motivo, ustedes no sabían que era una vil y cruel mentira, y... en mi caso era mi oportunidad, mi única oportunidad -rectifico- de cambiar mi asquerosa y miserable vida, de estar un peldaño más alto que todos en la escalera de la vida y de poder hacerles la vida imposible a quién me la habían hecho... -Dicho esto la extraña chica desapareció dejando tras sí un montón de enigmas que nadie jamás podría revelar...