Amor Amargo Novels & Stories

“You’ve always been my son.” In truth, she hadn’t been close to him. For years, she’d seen him as the product of something terrible, something that broke her. But now… now she saw him differently. She lifted him onto her lap. “You’re the one who doesn’t call me Mommy. Or even Mama,” she teased lightly. Devon looked up at her. “Do you know what Amor means?” “Huh?” “It means Love in Spanish.” “What?” she asked, eyes widening.

Amara grinned, watching her brother’s confused look. “You’re kidding, right? You hated mangoes. And baby mangoes? Where the hell am I supposed to find those?” Kurt asked, baffled. “Hey, you said anything. That’s what I want, so go get it. Thanks, bro.” Amara flopped back down on the bed, and Kurt just shook his head before leaving. You hated mangoes, his words echoed in her mind. Yeah, she did. She hated the taste. What the hell is happening?

“I mean Tara. I bet she tastes like heaven.” Amarok chuckled, then reached for his glass again, letting the hot bitter taste of his drink, roll on his tongue before speaking. “It was like… fire and honey,” he said softly, eyes glazing with memory. “Soft lips… trembling, unsure… but when they pressed back into mine, gods, Geri… it was like I owned the stars.” He leaned back, breathing out. “The way she whimpered, just a little… her breath hot against mine, her hands clinging like she didn’t want to let go.”

The smell of masculine perfume was lived by the woman's smell. Fiona knew if her savior was a man. It felt from the muscular chest under the thick clothes that were now touched by him. She didn't stop inhaling the smell of perfume mixed with the man's sweat. It made her crazy in the blink of an eye. For many seconds the woman found the butterfly in her churning, and the rescuer brought her face closer until their high noses almost touched. Fiona stared at the man for a very long time. His blue eyes were like heaven's sky, making Fiona float unceremoniously.

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

She fisted her palm angrily remembering his words. Then, she wiped her tears and said with determination," Tum sirf meri mohabbat nehi, tum meri Zid ho. Tumhe hum hasil karkehi rahenge( You aren't just my love, you are my obsession. And, I will have you anyhow."

But the funny thing is, I don't even understand what mate is. Amora had told me not to ever make mention of the word again because it was a bad word. How bad was it? I have tried to ask my wolf to at least explain to me what it was, but he was not giving me any better description either. I have tried to initiate some conversations with Amora, but she will often push me away. Just yesterday, she told me never to come close to her side of the house, which I completely understood. I couldn't argue with that so I had to obey her decisions.

said Helena ventured to invite Alex. Helena wasn’t sure he was going to accept her request because no matter what she did, he always hated it. Indeed when she tried so hard to fix herself and chased after him, Alex never once glanced at her even he always attacked her with his piercing words. But unlike what she thought, Alex accepted her invitation. They sat together at one table in the corner. They stare at each other even though they feel awkward. A cup of Americano and vanilla latte lying on the table untouched. Helena was eager to tell something, but she didn’t know what to say. They remained silent for a while until Alex said something and broke the silence between them.

Maximo growled. Ramina looked down, stopping her tears. Francisco, Maximo's brother, stepped in. "Maximo, this is a very special day. Don't ruin it." Maximo took a deep breath. He turned his back against them, preparing to leave. "I need to rest in the meantime. Call me if others finally came." And he left. "Mommy . . ." Ramina looked away to wipe her tears. She couldn't believe that she had just teared up in front of everyone. That was so weak of her!

The man asked with a grin, Joan chuckled softly before placing the glass back on the table “It sure is” she answered back with a soft smile “Of course it would be, its either I have bourbon or a martini. If you’re really into it and if you’re all about the taste you would pick up on the herbaceous and the slight sweeter taste of the vermouth” he gesticulated with his fingers like he was pinching something. Joan was indeed flattered by his knowledge of Martini that she blushed, “ You know your Martini!” she complimented