Camilo X Mirabel Novels & Stories

In the distance, I could see rows and rows of grapevines. Suddenly, the sun and blue sky vanished, replaced by gray clouds, and it began to rain. "Does the rain bother you?" he asked me. I lifted my head, savoring the cool droplets on my face. "No. A rainy day in Italy is still better than a good day anywhere else." He laughed, and that made me look at him. His shirt was gone, revealing his smooth chest and perfectly sculpted muscles that would have made Michelangelo weep with their beauty. I reached out, tracing my fingers along his chest.

The tall man pursed his lips and asked his partner, Maybe he didn't know English. "Miss Wisdom" "Leave the girl" The black man standing next to him shook his head and said that he was now staring at the Xavier who had got up. "Half Det Sam" "Take him too." The tall black man gritted his teeth. And as soon as he said that, the black farms were now moving towards Xavier. Xavier did not resist in any way. They were now grabbing him with both arms and dragging him away. A man was carrying the girl and was dragging Xavier right behind her. Xavier 's eyes were on the rifle hanging from his shoulders. The rifle had silencers mounted on its mouth, which did not allow the sound of fire to be heard.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

"Sis, this was what was you wrote in the last letter you left for me. You've always wanted to be a great musician and see Hammed and me get together. It's a dream come true right? I'm a great singer, a very popular one and my stage name is Mira, after you Mirabella, my love. And Hammed and I are together I know you're smiling wherever you are now and I hope you're satisfied with the choices we've made. Thank you for coming into my life and changing everything into the very best, I love you Mirabella, Happy birthday." She dropped the flower on the tomb and left to join Hammed, he hugged her and stopped her from crying. "Happy birthday my angel, I miss you so much. There is nothing much to say

However, the serenity was abruptly disrupted by the unmistakable call of his name, "HELLO, ASHER!" Recognizing the voice, Asher's expression shifted from enjoyment to a sudden, marked change. The voice belonged to Elijah Brown, his childhood bestie turned nemesis. Despite the festive ambiance, Asher's mood darkened, and his once-charming smile vanished, replaced by a strong and aloof demeanor.

Carmen's POV I have been so scared to call Mirabel since returning from Andre’s apartment, having mixed and fucked evrything up. Mirabel had been sending messages for two days, really demeaning ones. I read most of them through the notification previews without opening them because if I did, she could see the read receipts and I was not giving her that satisfaction. The previews were enough to get the picture: she was furious, she knew the plan had failed, and she was building toward an explosion that was going to land on me whether I answered the phone or not.

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.”

Daniel said for Damien to smirk. "Go get yourself a woman too Daniel. "Damien said before sitting down. "Is she your wife Demmy?” Mirabel asks for Damien to nod. "Hi, cousin-in-law...I'm Mirabel your cold husband's cousin and that's. "I can introduce myself Mira " Daniel cut in for Mirabel to hissed. "I'm Daniel Willington Cartel," Daniel said as he walked to Arrya and carried her hand, he pecked at it getting a glare from his cousin which made him smile.

I said, standing up and extending my hand to Miriam with a smile that I pulled from somewhere deep, somewhere that still remembered how to pretend everything was fine. "I'm Camille. I'm so sorry, Aurelio looks like he's seen a ghost. I think we both forgot how to use our words for a second there." Miriam took my hand, her grip warm and firm, her confusion starting to ease at my friendly tone. "Miriam Castellanos. Any friend of Aurelio's is a friend of mine." “Actually, I'm his wife's friend, that's how I got to know him” she added Friend?.

“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.