Mirabel X Camilo Ship 소설 & 이야기

"It's the shipment. The one coming in from Sicily." "What about it?" "It's gone. The entire thing. Someone hit the convoy an hour ago." Dante went rigid. "How much?" "Fifteen million. Maybe more." Massimo's jaw clenched. "But that's not the worst part." Arabelle felt ice slide down her spine at his tone. "Then what is?" Dante's voice had gone dangerously quiet. Massimo's eyes were dark, his expression grim. "They left a message." "What did it say?"

“I thought I could handle it, Noah. But then the news broke—articles, social media posts, all of them accusing me of fraud and illegal activities.” “Mirabelle…” He started, but I cut him off. “I’m not done.”I snapped, my frustration spilling over. “That wasn’t even the worst of it. You remember the shipment from Africa? The one for Ken and me?” “Yes.” He said cautiously. “It sank, Noah. The entire shipment. Gone. And then another one of my companies…” My voice faltered as tears burned my eyes. “It was burned to the ground. There were only a few survivors, and even they were injured.”

“I’ve always thought you knew your land. In fact, I always thought you’d be the right match for Alejandro. Smart. Strong. From a good family. You understand what it means to build something that lasts.” Gabriella’s smile deepened, pleased. “That’s kind of you to say, Señora.” “But then,” Marisa continued, her voice dropping, still pleasant but now edged with something harder, “you went too far.” The air between them seemed to chill. The sounds of the party faded into background noise. “I’m not sure what you mean,” Gabriella said carefully. “The ships in Valencia,” Marisa said, her eyes locked on Gabriella’s. “The blocked shipment. The ‘mechanical failures’ that just happened to strand three

The ship groaned and engines fired with a loud bang to mock his desperation. The ramp sealed shut like a coffin. “NO!” Pedro roared, slamming a fist against the concrete barrier as the ship peeled away from the dock, melting into the dark waters beyond. He stood there in the rain, shoulders rising and falling as if he couldn’t breathe. His chest burned. He didn’t need confirmation. He knew. He saw the faint outline of a stretcher inside that van before it disappeared. He saw her. “Aelia…” Derrick approached cautiously. “We’re tracking the ship now, trying to identify its route. It doesn’t match any naval logs. I’ll call in every favor we have—”

The cannon ripped through the side, sending vibrations through the ship and rattling the planks and bolts. “What the hell!” Micah yelled over the noise. “Did you signal them to attack us?” “No,” Archie responded, looking just as confused as the panicked crew. “This is all wrong.” “Maybe they attacked because we’re onboard,” Eric suggested. “How would they know?” Archie asked. “This is a civilian ship with King Gerald’s flag colors.” Another cannon exploded above them. Gunpowder filled the air and like before Micah could taste the silver. Before he called out to Laurie, she already created a whirlwind to keep it away from the crew, especially the wolves.

Caught off guard , Mirabel hissed and grabbed a fistful of Sharon’s hair , yanking it hard. Sharon grimaced in pain , but landed a solid kick to Mirabel’s shin, making her stumble. “You think you can walk into my mate’s home and insult me??” Sharon shouted. Mirabel smirked, wiping the blood from her lip. “Mate? How long do you think that’ll last when he sees what a liability you are??” A growl ripped from Sharon as she tackled Mirabel to the floor. They rolled , scratching, hitting, and shouting too enraged to care about the destruction they caused.

Inside the Celebrity Millennium Cruise Ship..... As Staff Captain Nathaniel is doing his navigational report at the Bridge, suddenly there's a static sound coming in from their radio base. He can't figure it out as if they were having a bad signal. "What's happening he thought so, as he felt that there's sudden abnormal movements in their ship. All of a sudden, the Celebrity Millennium Cruise Ship ran aground, capsized, and later sank in shallow waters after striking an underwater rock off Isola del Giglio, Tuscany, resulting in 32 deaths.

I ask him and he nods, chunking down his drink. Another one of my responsibilities, Mirabelle takes a seat next to Santiago and rests her head in his lap. “Santiago.” Santiago smiles caressing her hair, “Hey shawty?” “I miss Racheal and I cant find Camilla, this is probably retribution for dumping her earlier to flirt with Killian but fuck- I miss my best friends.” She sighs, getting her head up. She looks at me and crinkle's her nose when I wink at her. Camilla reaches for the glass on the table. “No.” I forbid it.

, She called. Miriam turned. " Pardon?", She said. "Aren't you Selena?", She asked. "What are you saying? Do I know you?", Miriam asked. " I'm sorry. I might have mistook you for someone else", Maya said. Miriam smiled. "It's fine", Then she turned and walked away. Maya was stunned when she saw that woman's face. That stricken likeness. She must have gotten the wrong person as that person whose ship capsize couldn't have comeback to life. She must have been fed on by Sharks.

“They all state that trades were happening the same day of the arson six years ago, and the attack over a week ago.” Enzo scoffed a laugh. “You seem to have forgotten something really important, my young Lord,” he said. “Encford is a city of trade. Countless ships come and ago everyday twenty-four-seven. What proof do you have that it was one of my ships?” Merrick held up a photograph he had in his hands as if he had been anticipating Enzo’s response. “Look at the size of the ship recording to arrive at eight in the morning.” “The ship arrived in Glaham the day of the arson,” he continued. “It never appeared again. Until the day of the banquet.”