Camilo X Mirabel Novelas e Histórias

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

Just as she was about to conclude her sentence, Sophia spoke up, "Ezra, I am Sophia. Remember?" Ezra's eyes widened as the name triggered a rush of memories. The realization painted her face with surprise, and Ivan couldn't help but laugh, thoroughly enjoying the moment. Sophia, feeling a bit shy, bit her lower lip. Ezra, overcome with a mix of embarrassment and relief, hugged Sophia, apologizing for the momentary lapse in recognition.

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.

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How could I forget the man who gave me a new life and a home? “Kaira?” He smiled coldly opening the door. It was a motel at the end of the city. “Mira. Felix cut the crab”. I took a seat. He raised a brow and looked at me with surprise. “You didn’t lose your memory? What’s going on here?” He sat down waiting for an explanation. “Let’s say, I remember you. What are you doing in Free city?” I asked him. Felix looked at me and nodded sideways. “Mira, you know what I am doing here. I am here for you. I told you I don’t want to wait”. In his eyes, I saw need and desperation.