Amante De Larga Distancia Novels & Stories

"How are you feeling, Amante?" My mate has mastered the art of deflection. "What is the name you call me? Amante?" "It's Italian; it means my love or lover. Don't you like it?" "Yes, I like it; I was just curious. I'm ok; the getting down is easy; it's the getting up that's a bitch." Her hand goes to the inside of my thigh, and I love the way she responds to my touch. "Have you ever thought about searching for your family?"

“My agency has your account now... So I kinda work for you now. The last thing I want is rumors going on about us. And you know how that rumor is going to go. Everyone will think I got the account because I was sleeping with you, and I have to think about myself and my career too. A rumor like that could ruin it, and I can't risk that... Also we live so far away from each other. The distance is a big barrier.... And I have never been a fan of long distance relationships.... I hope you understand the point I'm making here, but I don't think that I can give you what you want. "

I already missed her moans and her gentle voice as she begged for more…. Heaving a deep sigh,I ran my fingers over the picture and my heart ached.I couldn't physically touch her because she was out of reach. The only way that I could touch Amara was over the picture. The only way I could look into those beautiful eyes and see that smile was on the framed picture. It hurt freaking bad that she was away from my reach even if I tried to stretch my hand to reach her.

Blue eyes, black hair and muscles in all the right places, judging from the guns threatening to rip through his white t-shirt. Lucas' only flaw was his location—a small fishing village with a name she couldn't pronounce—eight hundred kilometres away. Natalie swiped left again, disappointed at the idea of giving up on him. He could be her Mr Right. But she wasn't about to start breaking her own rules. Long-distance relationships were a huge no for her and her only reason for breaking off her four-month relationship with Casey Landon.

"What about us?" "Us?" I repeat him surprised. "Yes, us. You say you love me but... How would this work out if you are six hours away from me? I for sure know a long-distance relationship won't work." "I love you, yes... But you don't love me," I whisper. "Little one, I-"

Mike laughed out loudly. "I encouraged her to meet you earlier, boy, stop dreaming. She won't come after you," Mike continued laughing. "You can never date her. She is beyond your league. Your love for her is dateless! Please stay away from her. Just one word from me, she would hate you forever. If you value the 'hi' and 'hello' you are getting from her, please maintain it," Mike warned. "Dateless love can also mean love without an expiry date. Mark my word today," Brian said and walked swiftly away.

Is he treating her or saying something in her ears that is scaring her, angry I fish my palm and take another step towards her, she saw my movement and tightened her hold on him. My face feel, I felt like someone punched me in the gut, and step back. My eyes looked into hers, she is looking a bit sad but for the first time I can not read her, she is close but so far away. For the first time, I realized that when you love someone then the distance is not measured in meters or kilometers. It is measured om feelings. And right now we are feeling distant apart. I leave the room. To people, I may be the strongest man, but right now I am broken, I just saw the woman I love being torn apart from me

He nodded and smiled. They were gone and I came back inside. My grandfather was looking at me with an amused smile. " Why are you smiling like that?" I asked him. " It seemed you are totally besotted. Look at your face boy, it seems that you are sulking. I am happy to see that you are so much in love. Don't worry, Parth!! It's is just a matter of 3 days. Distance increases the intensity of emotions. You would love it if you will meet her after this time. "

Could love alone bridge the distance between who she was and who she was expected to be? She closed her eyes, imagining Liam across the room, his hand reaching for hers, his voice steady and warm. The image brought both comfort and torment. She felt the weight of every unsaid word, every missed call, every fleeting glance that could have meant the world if only it had been spoken. The rain outside intensified, drumming against the window in a cadence that seemed almost accusatory. Amara’s chest tightened as she realized the truth: her love for Liam had not diminished; if anything, it had grown, sprawling into every corner of her being. Yet each expression of that love carried risk, risk she

Perhaps someplace where I can sleep for seven days straight to make up for the disaster of a year I’ve had. And maybe I could surprise Vanessa. Would that be romantic, or just plain creepy after all this time apart? Lately, it’s been hard to tell. Our conversations have slowed, lost that spark they used to have. She’s busy, I’m busy. The distance between us is a weight I can’t shake off. Long distance is a brutal thing, no sugarcoating it. But hey, it could be worse—it could have been six months. Or a year. So maybe two months isn’t that bad. But two months feels like forever. Does that even make sense?