Camilo X Mirabel Heat Novels & Stories

“...breaking news this morning! Actress Mirabel Vanroe, known for her role in Empire’s Fire, has announced her engagement to none other than Vincent Everglow!” The mug I cradled in my hands slipped, shattering on the floor. My pulse raced as I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. My chest tightened as the screen displayed picture after picture of Vincent and Mirabel, arm in arm, smiling like they belonged in a fairytale. “Fans are already swooning over the couple’s chemistry,” the anchor gushed. “Mirabel shared this photo on her social media last night, calling Vincent her ‘forever.’ And we’ve got to admit—they look absolutely perfect together.”

The club has trained more football players than others, and recently, their football star ‘Los De Mexer’ has become a hot cake in the football sport world, hence my interest in buying it. Majority Football fans are normally into betting games, or making odds, on their favorite stars during football matches. And the cooperation is into sporty channels too… Just three years of Introducing this part of business into the company, it has yield more millions of dollars profits into the cooperation, thereby increasing our net worth in the business world. Currently, we have three football stars in our Club: Los Altos, Angelou Combs, and now, Los De Mexer'. So far, ‘Chester United’ football Club is c

We kissed under the dimly lit streetlight as he leaned against the car, letting me lean onto his body heavily. "Julius," I called out to him, already slurring my words. Upon hearing Julius' response, I murmured his name again. Each murmur earned me a response. He made sure to respond to me every time I said his name. Despite being out in the cold wind, Julius kept playing this dreary game with me, his intoxicated lover. I curled up in his warm embrace, looking as though I were about to doze off any time now. Then, I mumbled softly, "Julius, I'm about to book a hotel room. Do you have the guts to sleep with me?"

But even those friends couldn't—or wouldn't—give her any information about him. She knew his name. Gabriel Peralta. That was it—if that was even his real name. She also knew he was six foot four of lean hard muscle with thick silken black hair she loved to run her fingers through, a hawk nose and eyes like onyx. Hands that could make a woman's body writhe in pleasure and a magnificent cock that stretched her to capacity and made her explode with its friction. And scars whose origin he refused to discuss.