Camilo X Mirabel Heat Novels & Stories

How could I forget the man who gave me a new life and a home? “Kaira?” He smiled coldly opening the door. It was a motel at the end of the city. “Mira. Felix cut the crab”. I took a seat. He raised a brow and looked at me with surprise. “You didn’t lose your memory? What’s going on here?” He sat down waiting for an explanation. “Let’s say, I remember you. What are you doing in Free city?” I asked him. Felix looked at me and nodded sideways. “Mira, you know what I am doing here. I am here for you. I told you I don’t want to wait”. In his eyes, I saw need and desperation.

The sick fuck could hardly stop himself from trying to touch me. Standing before me in his black tank top, showcasing a lean body build and a wide smile, Hector spread his arms wide. "Camille." "Hector," I replied with a stiff nod, looking around and feeling a tad relieved as the others were still in their position. "Hello." I failed to meet their eyes. Big mistake. They chuckled and fed off my fear, checking me out so boldly. Take the main road next time, the warning flashed in my thoughts. I should take the main road next time. I glanced around, searching for him but my heart sank when I saw no trace.

But I know who it is before I even open it. Nice try, brother. You'll have to do better than fireworks. Next time you miss, I won't. My pulse spikes. Riccardo leans over my shoulder. “He did NOT—” “He did,” I mutter. Then another message comes in. A photo. Camillo sitting on the hood of a burnt-out wreck, shirt torn, stomach wrapped with bandage, blood on his temple, cigarette in hand, smirking like he's posing for the cover of some magazine tagged Death Doesn't Want Me. He doesn’t look good and looks badly injured but he’s still flaunting it,

leo asked giving her a deadly glare. Slowing hard, camela suddenly find it difficult to breathe with Leo's cute face staring down at her. "Camila-" he screamed making camela flinch "-Where the heck is my diamonds?". "Am not Camila, I didn't take your diamonds, my name is camela and not Camila" camela cried out. What? Could Ken be right about her not being Camila? Could she be her replica but she looks innocent and cute. Cute? Focus leo you came to torture her not flirt with her leo conscience kept telling him.

- she grumbled, to then ask the driver to turn on the heater. -Come here, let me help. Camila approached quickly, giving me the opportunity to hold her hands to rub them along mine. Then, I blew a puff of hot air between the Latina's hands, who was seeking warmth. Her brown eyes stared at me for a few seconds, in which we held each other's gaze for an unknown reason. In that short amount of time, we stared at each other with a different energy.

She tried to pick up the pace, her moans growing louder. Kelvin gripped her hips and started thrusting up to meet her, driving deeper. "Shit, I’m—" "Cum for me," he groaned, feeling his own release building fast. Mirabel screamed as she came hard around his cock. At the same time, Kelvin pumped thick ropes of cum deep inside her, filling her completely. Exhausted, Mirabel collapsed onto his chest. He held her for a moment, then carefully lifted her, cleaned her up, changed the sheets, and pulled her back into his arms.

Even though he was the person that took me away from her, he was the same person that saved my life. "....And done! You are good to go." Camilo said excitedly pushing my chair closer to the mirror. "Wow!" I muttered at my reflection on the mirror. She was in charge of my make up and she had done perfectly well. "It's beautiful. I love it Camilo." I said to her hugging her arm that was placed on my shoulder. Camilo smiled at me and leaned down to my level placing a kiss on my hair. She looked at my reflection in the mirror as well.

Mirabel whispered, looking at him palely. "But now I just realized she only snubbed my show so she could attend the launching ceremony of another competitor. I mean, same fucking brand. One Elysium nonsense or whatever their name is." She waved once and gasped again with a palm on her head. "Are you kidding me right now?" Elliot asked, still looking quite clueless. Mirabel moved away from where she was resting and stood to stare at Dante properly. "You just have to do something about this. I mean, these guys are freaking amateurs. We can't be getting oppressed in a city where we were born and bred; that's bullshit.”

They kissed each other around him. Lucien’s pulse thundered in his ears. He was still buried inside Elena, her body warm and trembling beneath him. Her eyes locked on Mirrielle, wide and wet, not with shame…but with something else. Anticipation. Mirrielle's gaze never left Elena as she leaned in and kissed the inside of her thigh again, slow and reverent, like she was kissing scripture. "You’re soaked," Mirrielle murmured, lips ghosting over Elena’s heat. "Is this what confession does to you?"