Amantes De Una Noche Novels & Stories

Hay más de un millón de amores that they want to conquer you Que te quieren conquistar Let him go out of your life Deja que se vaya de tu vida That the wounds that this time did you harm and what harm are closed Que se cierren las heridas que esta vez te hicieron mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let it be apart of your story Deja que se aparte de tu historia A stain on your memory of a love that hurt you and how bad Una mancha en tu memoria de un amor que te hizo mal y que mal bad and bad Mal y que mal Bad and bad, he didn't learn to love you, no Mal y que mal no aprendió a quererte no If I risk losing you and you will see Se a arriesgo a perderte y vas a ver What's going to be wr

"Don’t let Dante deceive you baby girl. I know he may make you feel otherwise, but the truth is that he doesn’t love you and can never love you. He only wants you for your lands and your pack. And the second you marry him and allow him to get the legal rights to those, he'll discard you and go back to the one woman he really wants." A bitter bile rose in my throat at this woman's audacity, but I swallowed it down, forcing my expression to stay neutral. "I have a feeling your itching to tell me about the 'one woman he really wants,' so go on, tell me, who exactly is the woman Dante wants?" The woman smiled even wider, "It's Amber of course. His fated mate and love of his life," she said, voic

She smiled at him. “Graçias mi Amor, sueña Conmigo ( Sweet dreams) .” He smiled as he kissed her temple and walked to his room. Sia smiled as she turned off the lamp and then drifted to sleep. ~~~~ “Carlotta, Zendaya would be home soon. We can not do this here.” Luciano added. “I don't care about that horrible puta, you call a wife. Luciano, echo de menos tus caricias. (I miss your caresses)” She added walking seductively towards him.

“I want to hold you all night of course I do, but is it wise? You know how attracted I am to you.” “Just for one night, Dante please.” Shit, what the hell am I going to do?

“Besides, I need to avenge your assassination attempt.” So this would be their last evening together until Lizabeta was brought home. They had no idea how long they would be in Chicago. Amy peered up at him and brought her lips closer to his, kissing him as if this would be their last night together. Dimitri raked his fingers through her hair as he held her head, but then he pulled away. Amy looked up at him, her eyebrows knitted in confusion. “I want nothing more than to make love to you, Amaranthe, but you are hurt.” He explained and Amy shook her head, bringing her forehead closer to his. This was an unspoken love gesture between them conveying their feelings to one another without saying

"You don't know a single thing about me, and that's something I don't have to care about! You wouldn't know if I've lost someone I loved because you had never even known my name up until now!" Our conversation had been interrupted by the concierge at the desk. We both turned towards a red-headed woman in a uniform. "Hi there. . ." Andrea said awkwardly. "Um, we're looking for a place to stay. Do you have vacancy here?" "Yes ma'am, we do." The concierge replied. "Good." said Andrea. "We'd like two rooms for a single night." It was almost as if it were fate when the concierge informed us that there was only one room available. I remember the disgusted look on Andrea's face when the concierge s

It was a moment that would stay with them forever, a moment of pure, unadulterated love and passion. “You're beautiful.” “Just like your flowers.” She smiled. “Did you like them?” “Yeah. Are you alright? Looks like something is bothering you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I was wondering if you and Marcus are now–.” “Kill the thoughts! Marcus still loves his ex.” She cut in. “Really?” “Yeah, so tell me. Why did you do it?” “I never cheated on you baby. I only had a one night stand with her and it ended there. That was before our commitment. How she got my number to text back is still a mystery.”

JUST A ONE NIGHT STAND ALEKSANDER'S POV The air was bitterly cold tonight, and my mood was sour enough to match. A gust of wind ruffled my hair and I groaned with irritation as I swiped my hand through it before reaching into my front pocket and pulled out my cigarette. "No, Aleksander, we don't have time for that. We're already late! We've missed half the damn show", Before l could light the cigarette, my business partner, Nikolai shoved at my shoulder and kept walking towards the theater.

I seriously could not think straight today, but who could blame me? Asher Creed had totally hit on me last night and there wasn't a single thing that I could do about it. Except maybe continue to have wet dreams about him and secretly touch myself in the bath while I thought about him. I knew I was a horrible friend for having these thoughts, but I wasn't breaking the rule, right? We said we couldn't date each other's brothers; there was no rule that said we couldn't fantasize about them.

“She your friend?” “Yes, my pretty best friend!” I said with a smile, nudging Ariana. “So… you come here often?” Ariana asked, looking around the club with a slightly skeptical expression. “Not really. Just sometimes when I feel like partying. Since you’re not the partying type, I usually come here alone,” I said with a shrug. “Your drinks, Señoritas,” Marco said, handing over our drinks. “Tonight, I’ve got you both what I call a ‘devil shot.’ It’ll lift your spirits.”