Novel & Cerita Amor Amargo

Because the scent they were set to on searching was covered up by another smell, and it’s a rotting smell, the scent that every wolves marked as dangerous and the smell they hated for life. Just… Why is Amorfia so accommodating with this corpse people? He can’t understand. But he is also not willing to understand. His eyes narrowed down as he thought so. “I will not allow you to walk away from here Amorfia,” Agamenon growled, repeating what he just said a while ago once again, his voice low and hoarse, “not before you introduce us to our son.” He continued, with righteousness staining his brows. Amorfia froze, her expression changing at every turn.

Mario answered, still looking at the mansion. "And what his wife has something to do in your history with your nephew--who is it again? Lyon Arm–?" "---Lyon Fucking Amrstrong" Caspar smirked. “Brave!” Mario turned his attention to him, "I want to meet Lyon's wife, I want to know what she looks like who replaced Amora." " And Who is this Amora?" Caspar asked innocently. Mario rolled his eyes. "Just do your job, find a way to get close to that Selene… you moron bullshit."

She asked, glaring at Amara. "The sweet taste can keep you distracted." Amara responded teasingly. "If I want distraction, I will go and meet my mate over there." She pointed to the living room where Jamie and Damien were, while we stayed in the longue. Sophie and Amelia were somewhere in the house, but I didn't care to know right now. Amara rolled her eyes, before coming to seat beside me. She handed me a glass, before gulping her own down. The moment I tasted mine, I grimaced. It was so strong, it burned my throat. I had not had one of these before.

It’s the way we seek closure. I’m surprised by the number of apps on Aunt Kim’s phone. She seems to really be a fan of playing games like Candy Crush. She has a F******k and I*******m page as well, and along with following me and Louisa, the only other people she follows are horse or animal accounts.

Maria feels a stab of hurt but pushes it down. They both take a seat but Julio avoids her eyes. Even though he feels resentment on the surface for the woman who raised him, he cannot deny the shame swirling in the pit of his stomach. Maria reaches out between them. “ Mi’jo, are you going to ignore me the entire day?” Silence. “ C’mon Amorcito( little love)” Amorcito… That was the first name Maria ever called him when he first arrived their home. She didn’t ask what his name was. She simply stretched her hand and called out to him, “ Come here, Amorcito”, and that’s all it took for him to fall in love with her.

“Then say it.” He looked at me for a long moment, as if measuring how much truth I could handle. “Giovanni isn’t just playing to win. He’s playing to destroy. You, Damon, the pack, everyone who carries your mother’s name in their blood or their heart. He’ll burn the world to see you suffer. And he's going to do it in cold blood. He's not going to care.”

Fay looked horrified, Rio’s expression darkened instantly, Elena looked shocked, Ruby looked confused and Vesha looked uncertain. Amarok continued calmly. “You clearly don’t value her so sell her to me" he said. I stared at him for several seconds completely silent then I let out a short laugh. The sound alone made the atmosphere shift again. “You think you can buy from me?” I said slowly. Amarok didn’t blink. “I know I can’t force you.” “That’s correct.” “But I can negotiate" he said. I tilted my head slightly. “You’re bold.” “I’ve been called worse.”

We’d been meeting like this for months now—stolen moments in the darkness, away from prying eyes and the rigid rules that governed our lives. “About you? About us?” He smiled, that devastating smile that made my heart skip and my breath catch. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Margaux.” “But your father—the pack—they’ll never accept an Omega as your—” I couldn’t even finish the sentence. Couldn’t say “mate” or “wife” or any of the words that implied a future together, because saying them out loud made the impossibility of it all too real. “I don’t care.” His thumb brushed across my cheekbone, gentle and reverent, like I was something precious instead of something shameful. “

I am just standing there, looking totally amused, composed, and almost smug in my tracksuit. That cool look scrapes across Amara’s big pride like a sharp silver blade. His shame is completely unbearable. Hot tears well up in his eyes and spill down his cheeks before his fingers can stop them. "I know your hearts are very angry with the association," Amara says, his voice shaking violently as he speaks barely above a quiet whisper. "But please do not turn your fangs on my wolf. Luciano fooled my heart too. My mind did not know anything about his scams."