Camilo X Mirabel Heat Novels & Stories

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

Giveon teased and Mirabel covered her face with the duvet. "Leave me alone!" She grumbled under the bed. "Are you sure about that though? You just signed a forever deal with me yesterday. Are you going back on your words already?" Giveon grinned as he teased Miranel and she rolled her eyes at how dramatic he was. "It's not too late, is it?" Mirabel asked and Giveon pulled the duvet away from her body. "Unfortunately, you are stuck with me forever," he kissed her lips and she responded immediately.

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.

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.

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?"

I'm getting too good at this. I slither my body up Mr. K's, letting my wet pussy leave a trail. Miranda is quietly panting. This is like the scene out of some movie. Mr. K has a warm smile as I close, and we kiss. Harder, our tongues fighting as I move, feeling the head of his cock at my entrance. We break, now nose-to-nose, panting, sweating. "Is she watching?" I ask, knowing. "Yes." He replies, "she's masturbating."

The best of the best. “I really want Chef Lila to be my mentor. She’s really awesome. Her favorite color is purple too.” Maureen said, cutting off Aria’s thoughts. “Going with Chef Marcelo is Matteo Grayson” Matteo came out from the audience and the chef came from the backstage, while everyone clapped. “Woah, he’s so good-looking. He got a good-looking chef too. They’re a good fit, right, Aria?” Aria nodded, absentmindedly.