Amor Amargo Novels & Stories

He noticed the gloss in her eyes, but she was trying so hard not to let it show. “You really do remind me of her,” Diego muttered. Amora frowned slightly. She didn’t understand what he meant. “Mr. Lorenzo, I know you don’t approve of me because of my status. You don’t think I’m good enough for your son,” Amora said openly. She didn’t bother sugarcoating her words to win him over. What good would that do against someone like Diego Lorenzo—the head of a mafia organization? Sweet talk wouldn’t sway a man with a heart of steel.

Amor gave a weak smile and narrated; "After I had left, I was able to travel to Italy, where I had met a wealthy man, an investor with lots of bonds and shares and investment in and out of Italy. He was alone, with no wife or children and he was very old too. He was my ticked out of suffering and so I wooed him and somehow made him love me. He then married me. I was comfortable with him and I never minded his old age as long as I had the money, comfort and luxury I so much desires. Then, he died after two years of our marriage and he gave me everything he owned." Amor took a quick paused and then continued, "That was when I wanted to come back, but I was scared, too scared to face you and yo

Good thing that lady was stupid, unnoticing the difference. Back at the field, Amorivia sat once again, brows knitted together as she thinks hard about what the Angel had just told her. One thing she hates is how he never answers clearly. He would always laugh freely or in a psychotic way. He gives a grin or a smirk that is purely wicked and terrifying. How could she trust anything he says? Plus she's still worked up about finding out why he wants to be close to her all of a sudden.

Which makes things more exciting. -Flashback- Carlos Aguilar is one of the most hated men in Havervile. He owns a brothel near the west border of the town. Amara caught wind of his activities a few months after moving into town. He was supposed to be her first target, but Amara couldn't find anyone who could help her. So she decided to work on other jobs while acquiring connections all over town. And then, finally, he met Enzo Valdez, one of Carlos' regular customers.

lots of love, amara<3

Ah, Don Alessandro DeMarco was doing things to me; worst, he was making me feel sweet pains. "P...please." I whispered, my breath hitching as I gasped. I wanted him to stop yet I didn't want the pleasure to stop. Esctasy, fucking esctasy. Amelia, you're going CRAZY. He paused and I opened my eyes, almost begging him to continue. "Amoretto, you taste so sweet." He whispered into my ears, his hot breath brushing against my skin covered with goosebumps. "I didn't expect the Russo Underground Mafia to have someone as sweet as you!"

he said, again, stopping me “I love you so fucking much that it kills me to see one tear coming out of your beautiful eyes. I love you so much that the fact that I know that the man that broke your soul is still alive. I love you with every cell that I have in my system that knowing that you fell asleep while being upset with me makes me rage, and I know that I am a failure at expressing it at times, but…” “I love you too, Dante” I said, stopping him, taking him by surprise. His eyes widened, and holding his breath, he waited to hear my words again before reacting. I smiled, and leaned into his lips, pecking them. “Ti amo con tutto quello che cho in me, Dante D’Angelo” I love you with everyt

I could tell the suggestion didn't sit well with Amore from the twist of her expression and the way her hand clenched beside her lap. Her expression made the laughter that had been bubbling within my chest burst out of me, and I giggled, the sound spilling into the air unrestrained until Margo shook me a bit with a glare. "Get it together dimwit" she whispered in my ear viciously, the sickening smile that was on her face firmly in place. Amore's gaze cut in my direction and I stopped laughing, the dark look in her eyes freezing the blood in my veins despite my drug-induced state.

They were not some royals that could eat anything they wanted but, for as long as the food doesn't contain wolfsbane, rye, or mistletoe, they could handle it. "I do," she replied. Grace chuckled. "I'm just an old lady getting curious, though. We'll buy apples then." Amara let Grace do her stuff while her amber eyes continued to look around the market. She felt that it was kind of weird to be surrounded by humans. It brought discomfort to her, knowing that she was different, that even though she was seen as a typical teenager from the outside, she couldn't deny the fact that there's still a beast hiding inside of her. She put her arms on her chest, hiding her fingers because she was afraid th

Her arms snaked around my neck, moaning as she pressed herself tighter to me. “Get a room!” someone shouted, walking past us on the sidewalk. Riko giggled softly, pulling back. “We should go get our gelato.” she whispered. “Fine.” I sighed, resting my forehead against hers. We finally made it inside, and she was all smiles, her brown eyes lighting up as she looked at the flavors. “Welcome to Amorino. How may I help you?” The woman behind the counter greeted us with a smile. “I’ll take lime and basil, please. What would you like, Riko?” I asked, looking at her.