Amor De Media Noche Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Dante trained his soldiers with renewed ferocity, drills that left men bruised, broken, but loyal to the marrow. At night, when the world grew quiet, the storm between them sometimes broke. Their passion was fierce, tangled with anger, need, and fear. Yet even in their most intimate moments, Amara’s mind raced with strategies while Dante dreamed of blood. One night, as lightning cracked across the sea, Amara sat by the window, watching rain streak down the glass. Dante approached from behind, his hands sliding over her shoulders, his voice low. “You’re restless.” “And you’re not?” she asked, tilting her head to meet his eyes.

Levi maliciously pulls her closer to him: And if I don't? Anastasia: What do you mean if you don't?.. you don't have the right to do this in the first place, so let go of my hand and walk away He smiled sarcastically and said: I have no right!!?.. but this is what I have the most right. Do you know why?..because you are my Mate.. She raised her head to look at him questioningly and spoke: What do you mean by your Mate? Levi Bhiam as he melts in the magic of her eyes: My Mate, my life partner, my wife..

Sometimes, he looked at me angrily, but I thought that was happening because he didn’t manage to make me leave. Two days later, Portia came crying to me because Andrews had dumped her… I put out my cigarette, and I went to take a bath. When I finished, I put on her pajamas and returned to the living room to watch a movie on TV. At 11:30, the film was over, and I went to sleep. I was sleeping when a message on my cell phone woke me up. I grasped it from the bedside table and checked the time. 24:00. Midnight,

The moonlight streaming through the window illuminated the peaceful scene before her - Liam and Lola lay fast asleep in their beds, their gentle snores a soothing balm to her frazzled nerves. Amour's breath escaped in a sigh of relief as she approached their beds, her hands reaching out to touch their warm faces. "My babies," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Just as she felt her anxiety dissipate, a faint creaking sound came from the window. Amour's heart skipped a beat as she turned towards the canning of the darkness outside. *********** The window was open, the curtains billowing in the night breeze. And on the sill, a small piece of paper fluttered, a message scrawled in

I turn to Micheal and say "Help me explain this? Without freaking him out?" Micheal nods and says "Okay, well the first thing that you should know is that the Amore are basicly the same thing as a soulmate. They are paired together by the moon goddess herself. So rejecting your Amore is an insult to the goddess herself. Some people may still reject their Amore, but the way that we were raised we know that your amore is your other half, you will never feel whole on your own." He pauses and then adds "Do you understand so far?"

The warmth of his body enveloped her, making her feel peaceful. The moon shone and slipped through the windows and curtains. Like beads of silver, they lay down with sweat glistening like honey. Smiles were on each other's lips. The relief was suddenly pushed aside again, replaced with a stifling heat. They moan and fall in the continuous rhythm of love. The relentless pounding and the liquid love thrusts overwhelm the tight thrusts. They embraced and passed the night without stopping. Smiles and kisses, cradles and moans. Amora smiled all night long. Every inch of the body day was not oblivious to Liam's touch. Her back side was filled with him, and the slit that was ripped apart was so sat

As usual, Amor wakes up again in the middle of the night because of that never-lost damn dream. Oh, what should he do? It really makes him tired. Not wanting to, Amor got up and took a glass of water to calm himself. “When will I be like this?” He wrapped his head across his knees and cried without a voice. Yes, that’s all she can do, trying to calm herself down without anyone being her messenger to pour out all her problems and the burden on her mind.

Caden's POV The master suite, usually so bright and open during the day, was now bathed in the ethereal, soft silver glow of moonlight slanting through the tall windows. The quiet hum of the night, a symphony of distant crickets and the rustle of leaves, filled the air, lending an almost sacred intimacy to the scene. My gaze, as it so often did now, found Amara. She sat at the very edge of the massive bed, a vision of vulnerable strength. Her hair, a dark waterfall of loose waves, tumbled down her back, catching the moonlight in shimmering threads. The silk robe she wore, a delicate whisper of fabric, barely clung to her shoulders, revealing the exquisite curve of her collarbone and, more si

“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.

Luna is a woman of her words and if she said she will stay, she will. Like? He thinks so, a kind of like that is similar to attraction and admiration. Was it the pleasure? The taste of her kisses, the touch of their fingers? The way she looked and the way she always mesmerized him? Yes, that's it. He can call it anything, but he can never call it love. Amadeus did not notice that Damien's reckless warning would plant a deep seed inside him and cause him to question himself and the people around him. Amadeus threw the cigarette bud on the ashtray and groaned in irritation, he went to his room in the mansion and washed up before sleeping.