Amor Ch'a Nullo Amato Amar Perdona Novels & Stories

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 love you madly… I’ll say it to you again and again. I realize now I have to say it a few thousand times to redeem myself.” He cupped her cheeks in his warm palms and brushed his mouth across hers. Norah had never felt anything so sweet. There was so much love in that touch. “I love you,” Leone whispered again against her lips. Then, he kissed her again, his mouth as demanding as it had ever been. Norah pulled away. “Again,” she begged him, laughing through the tears hazing her vision. “In Italian…” “‘Ti amo, piccola mia. E ti voglio da impazzire… qui… ora…’ (I love you, baby… And I want you like crazy… here… now)” he complied happily and those Italian words sounded like sweet music to Nor

I love her so much I'm afraid to tell her how I feel. "I could never hate you Amore Mio. Never. Ti Amo troppo dannatamente per odiarti! Mi odio per averti sempre ferito e non lo farò piú" "Do I even want to know what you've just said?" she says as she holds onto my forearms with her small hands.

She became even paler at the sight of them, her eyes widening in shock. Carlotta crumpled to the floor in front of Amaliah and sobbed with her head on the edge of the bed. “My baby. My sweet, sweet baby.” she said over and over, raising her head to look at her daughter. She stroked her hair and sobbed harder when Amaliah spoke. “Mom,” she croaked. “Mi mama. I missed you, mom. I’m so sorry.” she began to sob and attempted to sit up. “Mi amor. You have nothing to be sorry for. I should be sorry. I was mad at you unjustly without considering what you were going through. I love you. Te queiro mucho. I’m here for you anytime.”

Right] "Per favore," She begged, tears streaming down her face. She reached out to him, her hand shaking. "I was only trying to protect our family," "Protect our family?" Sergio repeated, his voice dripping with contempt. "You put their lives at risk with your foolishness." "Please, I beg you... I am sorry. I made a mistake. Ti prego, perdonami." [Please, forgive me] Sergio's hand clenched into a fist, the muscles in his jaw clenching and unclenching. "There is no forgiveness for what you have done,"

“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.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you. You know how much I love you, all of that was left within the past, I shouldn't have brought it all back up-" Noah cut me off by placing his hands on my waist, turning around and pushing me down onto the bed. He hovered over me and rested on his forearms effectively trapping me between his arms. "Ti ho già perdonato piccola, non devi scusarti." (I already forgave you baby, you don't ought to apologise.)

yti, scusa se non sono stato onesto, izvini, ya podvel tebya, perdonami per la mia gelosia, prosti, ya osudil tebya, mi dispiace per averti fatto arrabbiare, izvini, ya narushil obeshchanie, scusami per aver urlato, prosti, ya vmeshalsya, perdonami se non ero presente, izvini, ya ne byl chestnym, mi dispiace per averti trascurato, prosti, ya tebe navredil slovami, scusami, ho sbagliato ancora..." (I’m sorry, I was wrong, I’m sorry, I was wrong, I’m sorry, I hurt your feelings, I’m sorry if I hurt you, please forgive me, forgive me, I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, I’m sorry, I didn’t think about it, I’m very sorry, I didn’t think it would turn out this way, I’m very sor

She groaned, she was like a starving beast because of her hunger and it was embarrassing! She scoffed and turned her back to him. If he wasn't gonna stop, then she's just gonna ignore him. "Hmm. Lo siento, amor." [I'm sorry, love] he chuckled, he was forcing himself not to laugh "Lo siento." Not giving him attention, Alvaro smiled and neared his mouth to her ear "Forgive me?" She scoffed again. Apology not accepted. "Aqui." [here] he offered her a piece of french fries, making sure that the temperature was just right. He cooled it a bit before dipping it in ketchup, then neared it to his wife's mouth.

"What the hell are you doing to yourself?" Margaux's lips quivered as if to say something. However, she didn't manage to express herself any better than just sobbing. Her voice was weak and small. It was not even coherent, but then it had been more than enough for Rome to understand a thing or two. 'Perdonami...' He clenched his jaw, then coldly evaded her stare. 'Forgive me for not being strong enough to hold you, love. Per favore, perdonami…'