Mirabel X Camilo Mga Nobela at Kwento

Amelia's POV Sometimes, I had experiences that, in hindsight, made me wonder if I had completely misunderstood the situation. Maybe I hadn't heard the conversation correctly. That was what I kept thinking about the conversation with Albert and Mr. Len. But every time I replayed the conference call in my head, I came to the same conclusion: Albert Torrens had asked me to fake a marriage to him for a business deal. But then I’d think that it simply couldn't be true. He was my boss. He was a serious, focused man with integrity. He couldn't have suggested that we travel to Italy to get married.

Mirabel herself, teary-eyed, her voice trembling with practiced innocence. “I just want to clear the air,” she was saying, her face an artful blend of vulnerability and strength. “Someone’s trying to destroy my relationship. A woman… she’s pregnant, and she’s after my fiancé. But I won’t let her win. I won’t let her ruin what we’ve built.” My jaw tightened as I watched. What an act. I walked away, pulling out my own phone and searching for the live stream. It didn’t take long to find it. Settling into my car, I locked the doors and pressed play.

“You’ve made me develop some kind of new interest. I didn’t even know this part of me existed, but now…” He let out a soft, dark laugh. “Now I can’t wait to see you cry more of those beautiful tears.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing my ear, voice a low purr. “My sweet, sweet, Camila. What I'm I going to do with you.” I couldn’t breathe. Everything in me screamed to move, to step back, to do something. But I just stood there, trembling, half-dressed, heart pounding so loud it was the only thing I could hear in my ears.

"That's ridiculous. I'm just a normal human. You're just grasping at straws again Kieran." "You're not just human Mirabelle," I said, pulling out the oldest of the texts and carefully opening it to a marked page. "The signs are all there— your healing abilities, the light you wielded during the siege. Even the way you..." I hesitated, glancing at her. She narrowed her eyes. "The way I what?" I sighed. "The way you and Roman are drawn to each other." Her face went pale, and she shot to her feet so quickly that her chair toppled backward with a loud crash.

Candice took a step back and prepared to respond, pausing as laughter erupted nearby. As she averted her sight, she noticed a young man in spectacles giving Alex a business card and uttered, "Mr. Elysian, it's an honor to have you join us. I'm Stan Castillo. Let's get to know each other." Alex accepted the card with a polite nod and an air of superiority. Candice instinctively moved forward to take it. Stan seemed surprised to see Candice, then glanced at Alex with a meaningful look and said, "Mr. Elysian is a lucky man."

Before he crawled to the end of the bed and made to reach for the mirror itself. Surprised at the intricate details and foreign scene with the mirror’s image. Gemma dropped the mirror in fear as her eyes met his startling green eyes, and his hand reached out to her. It bounced off the corner of the nightstand. When it finally settled on the bed. Gemma saw a crack form in the mirror’s glass. The glass stayed within the frame as the image winked out and the crack formed. She stood there for a breath or two, trying to process what she saw. A boy and his bear.

He said though gritted teeth and I shivered. "I intend to keep that promise." He said before walking away. **** Makaila's POV When I got a notification that a message had come in from an unknown number, I didn't want to look at it. Then another notification came in and I got incredibly curious. I wished I hadn't given into my curiosity because what I saw broke my heart into a million pierces. Christian and Bethany engaged in an intense make out.

Desperately, the man in the black mane resists his desire to hunt down his junior. “Damn it! I really hate this smell.” He’s getting out of bed. Lucas stepped into the bathroom. His hand twisted the water faucet in the sink. He immediately washed his face. That cold water can’t even calm him down. Lucas looked at his own shadow in the mirror. His bright green eyes have turned blood red. He hit the mirror with his right hand until it fell apart. Fresh blood poured down his hands after breaking that mirror. He cursed himself. “Why is the smell of her fucking blood so sweet?! Argh! I’m really going crazy!”

Photos of Camila flashed on the screen — her smile, her hair, her eyes. Ximmena started crying. Miguel put an arm around her, staring at the TV. “This can’t be real,” he said. Leo’s hands curled into fists on his knees. He stared at the photo of Camila. His mouth was dry. Inside his head he saw the warehouse, the ropes, the dripping water. Alvarez’s eyes. The van. He had left her there. Ximmena turned to him, tears streaking her face. “You said she left town.”

“I buried your grandfather, your father, and your wife. I refuse to bury you.” “Do you conform with Sebastian?” Doctor Elsworth asked. “Unfortunately, yes.” “Have you been intimate with anyone in the past six months? Preferably an omega?” Lucian said nothing. He had promised Sarang secrecy of their affair and Sebastian knew. He always knew. After all, he was the one who fed the young omega the silphium. “Your Grace?” “He has.” Sebastian replied calmly. “This year, outside of his rut period.”