Amor Doce Novels & Stories

“It’s okay. No pressure. I’m still having my coffee.” “Okay. I’m speeding up. Love, is Brazo de Mercedes the same as Dulce de Leche?” “No, love. Brazo is horizontal. Dulce is round.” “What if they don’t have the latter?” I’m just playing around at this point. “I don’t know.” “You can just come home. Because I almost am and will be ready to cook. It should be done in no time.” “Okay. Let me just get ready. Am I supposed to also get chips?”

Who would’ve thought that this kid runs a cake shop she rents every month of October? And the cake shop is always the talk of the town for its sweet, appetizing pastries. She's a bit messy inside the kitchen but it is undeniable that her cakes are both attractive and delicious... Due to the demand, she now has resellers and conducts deliveries. But the Ameira in AMEIRA’S SUGAR PLUM SWEET CAKES remained anonymous where only the real owner knows.

But then he smiled—a slow, mocking smile that sent a wave of anger crashing through me. “Sanctis!” He called out to our pack. “My apologies for invading, but I am in need of the very rising famous wolf cub called Jaydon Woods. I know you’re here. They can smell you from miles away, so why don’t you all come out so you can cater for your guests. My pack loves a nice side of freshly devoured wolves.” My blood ran cold. He knew my name. He knew I was here. He spoke of our destruction like all this was just a day in the life for him, enjoying every second of the psychological games he was playing.

A blush spreads across my cheek and nose. Why is he looking at me like that? “So you like it,” Kent says, his voice low, possessive. “I do,” I say, hesitating. “Is there something extra…” “Amaretto,” he says. “Adds notes of apricot and bitter almonds.” “It’s delicious,” I say, holding his gaze while I raise my thumb to my mouth to wipe a little fleck of foam from my bottom lip. He watches me do it.

“No way.” Inside, the air was cool and sweet-smelling, with retro black and white tiles that reminded Amy of an old-fashioned soda fountain. The teenage girl behind the counter looked bored until she spotted them, then straightened up with the practiced customer service smile of someone who’d been trained to appear enthusiastic about frozen dairy. “Welcome to Sweet Endings,” she recited. “Today’s special is the Cherry Blossom Blast.” They studied the menu board, Amy deliberating between her usual strawberry and something more adventurous.

I fucking fell for one. A beautiful diosa. Mi Amor, I fucking love you and that is why this is the right decision.

So it’s no wonder he’s so mad at Odessa. “Frahisto! Ahhhhh! I urinate— ” One after another the liquid came out of its jewel and he had no intention of wasting it. Its first orgasm. Odessa's juice is sweet. He sucked until he had exhausted all its juices and looked at him weakly. "Apple." He grinned. Now that her husband's body is ready, his pet will follow. He stood in the middle of its thigh and held his soldier. He was looking at his wife's beautiful treasure as he began to enter his 8 and a half.

He smelled like the fine whiskey, that we just drink. "Open your mouth for me, baby." I moaned, and do as he asked and waited for him. His expensive cologne filled the air around me. His lips finally touched mine. His hand reached my waist and hold me, as he continued his deep passionate kiss. His tongue was inside my mouth, savoring me slowly. Taking his time as he breaks our kiss, and nibbled on my lips, then finishing off our kiss. His kiss was making me blush. I've never been kissed this sensually, in my twenty-one years of living. He looked at me and seemed pleased at his work.

Kenton. A very naked Kenton. 'Mate,' my wolf yaps excitedly. 'Our mate is here! He came to find us.' "Amaris," he says, his deep voice doing funny things to my insides. I nod my head, indicating that I understand him. He smiles widely and steps forward, kneeling to pet behind her ears, "You are so incredible, Amaris," he murmurs, burrowing his face into her neck, inhaling deeply, taking her scent into his lungs. "Can you shift back?"

Why my clothes are gone and the only thing left of me is this letter and the shirt I chose to put on you whilst you slept peacefully. Everything I do, is for you. I never knew I could feel a love so deep, as I didn't ever know it existed. You changed me, you made me see the beauty of falling for someone. Falling in love with every little thing about you. Like the hazel-ness of you eyes, and the softness of your cheeks that you work so hard to maintain clear even though you're perfect no matter what. When I think of beauty I think of you Isabella Montano.