Novel & Cerita Mirabel X Camilo

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.

“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.

But Madam Melania wasn’t finished. “What did Raina promise you, Mirabel? What did she offer that was worth betraying this family?” she asked, her tone laced with disappointment and fury. Mirabel shook her head furiously, denying it even as her face betrayed her guilt. Madam Melania gave a small, almost imperceptible nod to one of the soldiers, who stepped forward and slapped Mirabel hard across the face. The sound of it echoed through the room, a harsh reminder of her unforgivable actions.

" 'Bingo!' I think 'Aninka is there, in that big and well guarded house. My effort is not in vain.' Camilo takes Esteban by one of his arms again to help him walk, but before he can take even three more steps and take the end of the show for granted, he brings it to a close with a flourish. Throwing up the shoes of Camilo, who holds back a scream of anger but unloads blaspheming everywhere, of course in a moderate tone. At that moment I got something more than Esteban's secret entrance.

Bella said without hesitation. "No," Xavier said instantly. "You can't go," she argued. "You're the face of the company. If something goes wrong-" "Exactly why you can't go." Mirabel raised a hand. "Let me. I've run dark simulations before. My mind's trained to recognize false memory loops." Bella hesitated. "You're sure?" "I don't need to be sure," Mirabel said, sitting at the sync station. "I just need to be faster than him."

Mirabel took his face instead, standing over him and grinding her soaked pussy against his mouth. “Suck my clit, baby. Make your Mistress cum on your tongue.” Michael obeyed desperately, sucking hard on her swollen nub while his tongue fucked her hole. Mirabel’s juices ran down his chin as she rode his face, moaning loudly and rolling her hips. The emotional intensity mixed with the raw filth. Mirabel’s voice cracked with obsession as she ground harder. “Don’t you dare think about Vanessa taking you from us.” Mitchelle rode his cock even more aggressively, her competitive fire turning every thrust into a claim.

“That monster’s gonna rip me apart.” He scoffed, annoyed, but grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and tossed it at me. “Prep your slutty hole. Don’t keep me waiting.” I fumbled with the bottle, hands shaking as I poured lube onto my fingers. My eyes squeezed shut as I pushed two fingers into my ass, stretching myself, biting back a moan. Fuck, this was humiliating, and his piercing stare made it worse. “Too fucking slow,” Milo growled, yanking me into his lap. He pinned my wrists behind my back, his free hand shoving three fingers into my hole without warning. I gasped, toes curling, tears stinging as he pumped them deep, curling just right.

His eyes met mine, unblinking, but I caught the faintest twitch at the corner of his lips—like he’d been caught red-handed. Gabriel didn’t respond right away. He just stared at me like I’d hit a nerve. Then, finally, with a dry, low scoff, he said, “Jealous? No. I just didn’t realize saving your life came with a guest list of mystery men.” Aurora let out an exasperated sigh behind him, but I ignored her. My focus stayed on him. “That’s not fair,” I said softly. “You knew about Mikah. I told you both—he’s the one I saw in the mirror. In the bathroom. Remember?”

I never liked this part of town, it spelled danger and that was the one thing I avoided like a plague with my Nickname being tasteless Mira to prove it because according to my friends, my life lacked flavour. Apparently it's a crime to like the simple things of life, I never went crazy, ever! At parties I have recovery duty because I don't get wasted. There was nothing extra about me, I'm just Mirabel. As much as they were right I didn't like their constant teasing even for falling in love with the first and only guy I'd dated and how I never ever took risks and I never understood it. What's wrong with playing it safe? Even the safe option somehow found a way to plunge a hole in my heart. St