Amarte Es Mi Destino Mga Nobela at Kwento

Arabelle flipped the pages to see drawins of flowers and fruits smiling at Mary . Archer felt the need to protect the two most prized possession in his life . He watched both of them bond through these years . Although Mary wasn't his blood bonded sister he still treated her more than a princess . Mary was a Orphan found at of the abandoned warehouse he had got . She was a run away from a family who adopted her . He took her in and fortunately his mother adored her . Arabelle met her shortly only to get attached quickly . " Archer " He heard his belle and looked up from his thought full eyes to see Mary now asleep in Belle's arms clutching to her neck .

"This ends now." He turned to the 13 packs watching from the gates. To his own warriors. To Elliot. Then he grabbed my hand and lifted it high. "Layla Miller," Victor announced, loud enough for every wolf to hear. "Is my fated mate. My Luna. And if any of you touch her again, you answer to me." Gasps. Hannah’s face twisted. "She’s trash! She’s cursed!" "She broke a 1000-year curse," Victor snapped. "What have you done?"

She is the fire in my blood and the very beat of my heart. I yank her up against me, my free hand now going to her clit as she whimpers loudly. She’s everything. My madness, my salvation, my undoing. Yeah, she’s my everything, my fucking everything. Mi Amor.

“What the hell? Good morning, Bestie!” I smiled despite myself. “It's two in the morning there.” “I know.” “Then why are you calling me?” “Because I miss you.” “You're disgusting.” “You missed me too.” “I'd rather miss my own funeral.” She gasped. “Ouch.” I laughed. “Where are you?” “Japan.” “You're coming home?” “Tomorrow.” My smile softened. “Finally.” “I need to talk to you.” Something in her voice made me straighten. “What happened?”

I can still feel that silly person I fell in love with is in here, my little mischief one who always made me laugh. Your my amare!" He said looking at me with so much love. "What's amare?" "It's Latin for love." He said with a smile. "If, if I'm still the same person, the same soul as you say. Maybe your Ethan is Finn... Maybe he just has a different name like me.' I said as soon as the thought crossed my head. I mean why not... If I'm still the same person, the same soul as he says, couldn't his Ethan still be the same person as Finn.

I snapped. He gaped at me. “I love you, Amor. The kind and caring Amor Blaze who endures everything on his own. The Amor Blaze who takes care of my smallest to the biggest needs, who remembers how many times I smiled and cried, who remembers what I liked during my heat. Who holds me gently and warms my icy heart. The Amor Blaze, who believes in me… who risked his life to protect me. I love you for your everything and nothing, Amor.”

" I love you, Ishani! " Mujhse Pyaar tum Karte Ho par tumhari Zindagi ki zaroorat main banugi, Tumhe pata bhi nhi chalega kab tumhare dil, jaan mei sirf Mera naam hoga' she thought in her mind (you love me, and I'll become the need of your life, you would not even know when I'll become your heart, life... You'll only have my name in your heart) " you love me? " she asked.

“What does my relationship with him have to do with you?” “I don’t like your tone. Do you know who I am?” I went to the bed and sat down. “I’m his mate.” I folded my arms. “That’s a lie! His mate betrayed him—she’s dead! You can’t be—” she shouted. “It is what it is. Anything else you need?” “I don’t care if you are. Damien is mine.” “Keep dreaming.” “Watch your back, brat,” she spat, storming out of the room.

My heart pounded in my ears like a drum to either a better future or a terrible demise. “I must ask you,” Amaris said like prophecy, “are you ready to ignite the fire that will either destroy this pack…or save it?”

“It does seem like a match made by the moon goddess. But we’ll have to wait for the meeting to end to find out the details.” Amara clasped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I just love stories like this. Fated mates, destined to be together. It’s so romantic! True love, happy endings... it’s what we all hope for, isn’t it?” Her words made my stomach twist, and I set my spoon down, suddenly unable to eat another bite. Fated mates. True love. Happy endings. They were such beautiful ideals, and yet they felt so far removed from my reality. They were fantasies, cruelly dangled just out of reach.