Camilo X Mirabel Heat Novels & Stories

I said at the door. As I stepped out of the hostel front gate, fresh cool breeze blew on my face as I walked down to the auditorium silently with my air pod in my ears listening to my favourite music end game by Taylor swift. Then some one tapped me lightly on my shoulders and I turned.. "You startled me, what do u want". "I'm Daniel sorry, I don't mean any harm" he said giving me one handsome smile that sent butterflies down my belly.... "Emm... I'm Mirabel I said stammering.

I can feel my body heat up just from her unwanted presence here. “And what do you think I mean?” Mirabel’s eyes rake over me in a way that makes the hair on my skin stand. “You practically want Caleb to be all over you at this club, right? With his hard dick in your little virgin hole, and all. That's why you agreed to be here, isn't it?” I feel my cheeks flame. I squeeze my hands at my sides, my nails piercing into my palms. What exactly is she aiming for, saying that?

“Just disappearing. Living a quiet life. No secrets. No family drama. Just peace.” My lips curved sadly. “Every day.” His eyes met mine, and I saw something there—a longing I couldn’t explain, or maybe didn’t want to. That’s when I spotted Mirabel approaching, her steps slow, calculating. She looked at me with a smile, grateful, but I still hardly felt better. She sat close to Adrian, who didn't really acknowledge her presence, but I was sure I was the only one who noticed. "Good evening Camila, good evening Adrian. I was just about to leave when I saw you both talking. How are you doing?" she asked in a soft and friendly voice.

Camela froze, her hand still pressed against the cold surface of the mirror where her name—Camela Castellano—had been carved into the glass, alongside dozens of others. The letters seemed to pulse now, as if mocking her. Her hand rested on the edge of the broken mirror, blood from her palm streaking the silver surface like a signature. Her heart slammed against her ribs. “Turn around,” he said softly. Not angry. Not loud. Which made it worse. She turned. Slowly.

She went through her chats, HEY, THAT YOUR HOT FRIEND YOU POSTED ON I*******M, WHEN ARE YOU BRINGING HER OUT FOR A DATE? Camila texted back, “DEW, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD LEAVE ME AND DECIDE TO HAVE EYES FOR MY FRIEND! He replied; “YOUR FRIEND IS SO HOT!” She typed ferociously when she read the text: “DON'T TELL ME WE BROKE UP BECAUSE OF THAT.” He replied: “WANTED TO BE SINGLE AND…” Camila tossed her phone to the couch biting her lower lip and gritting her teeth alerting Amora's attention to her face.

She had heard some gossip, thinking it might divert my attention from the suffocating weight that enveloped me. With a gentle touch, Camila shared tales of a blossoming relationship between Deangelo and Sofia, hoping to ignite a spark of interest within me. She spoke of stolen glances, whispered conversations, and the undeniable chemistry that seemed to exist between them. Camila's intentions were pure, driven by genuine concern for my well-being. Little did she know that her words struck a fragile spot deep within my wounded heart.

The last thing we need is Hope going missing. "Mmm, I might just of enjoyed that." She answered as she pulled me towards Hope. I don't know about her, but the heat had just picked up. And all I did was get a peck. I was desperate to share that woman's body, claiming it as my own. ----

He continually checked the file that contained everything he needs to know about his next "target" Name: Makayla Adamson DOB: February-02-1990 Age: 27years Height: 5ft9 Weight: 56kg Genotype: AA, O- (negative) Eye color: Gemstone green Hair color: Wavy brown "Brunette." He grinned and continued to browse through the file. Skin color: Tawny No disorders, no disability. He read through the remaining papers, placed it back on the counter then stood and walked out of the kitchen to the living room balcony.

“oh shit, is that where we are staying?” Camila asked peeking out of the window at the huge resort building. It was covered in glass and had a beautiful reflection when the sun shone on it. She looked at Roman with a quirked eyebrow but her husband was not ready to say anything. “oh don’t be a wuss, I know this is the surprise already” . Roman chuckled to himself and looked away.