Mirabel X Camilo Heat Novels & Stories

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Not enough to choke me, but enough to remind me who was in control. My breath hitched. My body froze, caught between fear and something I couldn’t name. “Luca—” I whispered, my voice trembling. His smirk deepened as he pulled me closer, his face so near that his breath brushed against my lips. His eyes burned into mine, dark and unreadable. “Tell me, Mirabelle…” he murmured, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse. “Do you hate me enough to kill me… or want me enough to keep me alive?”

Camilla POV “Do you seriously have to remind me of that?” I glare at Gina. I am in the middle of a storm and she has the nerves to make it even worse. “ I always call a spade a spade, Camilla.” Gina retorts and I roll my eyes at her. “ I am being serious here,Gina. I can't possibly have fallen in love with my mate's father. I mean,it was supposed to be a game—a game of revenge and getting pleasure in return.” I mumble to myself. Gina sighs from beside me.

Richard leaned forward, reaching his right hand to touch Edward's forehead, checking his temperature. "It seems like you're really sick, Ed." Kenzi, who had been quiet all this time, finally chuckled in response to Richard's antics. She understood what was making her friend so happy. Could he be falling in love? Sebastian Eduardo Martin, a man who previously didn't believe in commitment, suddenly falling in love. Truly something to be celebrated. Still in disbelief, Kenzi leaned forward in her chair and asked, "What makes you so sure that she's the one for you?"

Mirabel’s POV My heart thundered in my chest. I knew I was walking a razor’s edge seing Rob. One wrong move, and I could lose everything—my title, my future. But my body didn’t care. It craved him. The way he touched me, the way he knew me… Gods, he was just so good in bed. But at the same time, I was terrified, If that camera flash hadn’t been my imagination, then someone had been watching me—and I had no doubt it was Leo’s doing

Camilla thundered, she really was looking angry. Mira sighed and chuckled aloud "no matter how hard you shut the name Rodrigo out of their lives, you can never shut it out of their gene and blood stream" Mira declared and walked past Camilla out of the door. Camilla sighed softly. She knew Mirabel was right in every word she spoke. But how can she let him share her kids after calling her a whore and a play thing? On the other hand, Rodrigo received a notification of a message from Mirabel on his WeChat. He was drinking a glass of coffee and wanted to do some work on his computer.

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.

The hero had finally pinned the heroine to the wall, whispered filthy promises, and fucked her until she forgot her own name. My steps faltered, and heat crawled up my neck again. God. I needed to stop. Mirabel was already at our usual table when I pushed through the door—her long dark hair spilling over her shoulders, skin the same warm tone as the photos of her mother she kept on her phone, eyes bright with whatever gossip she’d collected since lunch. She waved me over like I might miss her in the tiny shop. “You’re late,” she accused, sliding a paper cup toward me. “Latte, extra cinnamon. You looked like you needed comfort carbs.”

We shower in cool water as I slide soapy fingers over Celina's curves. She's facing away from me with her shoulder leaning against the wall of the shower. Whereas she was content a few minutes ago, she's troubled now. I feel her tension as my hands glide across her skin. "Tell me what you're thinking, mi corazón."

Presently, she was crying, and she walked to her grandmother for succor. “Grandma, kindly make my father to understand that I am not in a relationship,” she pleaded, and cried on the shoulder of the wrong person. She was not aware that the King was the only person on her side. Meanwhile, the powerful King Raphael Churchill VII was infested by her cry, and fought back the tears that were about to form in his eyes. Nevertheless, Grandma Phoebe startled Mirabel with her consolation, “Stop crying, my dear. You did not commit any crime. You are only in a relationship, and got engaged to a handsome young man today.”