Amor Doce 소설 & 이야기

“Why are you so—” “Because you’re still a minor.” “And you’re not? You’re still seventeen.” Isabela sneered. He raised his glass of juice. “This is pure juice.” She pulled his hand and sniffed his drink. “See?” “But have you ever had a taste of it?” Isabela asked, wagging her brows. “Nope.” He pocketed a hand. “Even just one sip?” Isabela narrowed her eyes. “Don’t lie to me. Of course, you did, right?”

Almir brought us two glasses of fruity drink. "Today we should celebrate the failure of your wedding to Kissina," Almer said with a laugh. "It wasn't against our nature, I almost lost Eileen," I said, wandering away in thought "Elmir..don't you see Leon around?" I said with a grimace in my chest and took off my tie.

Her voice was sharp, and she clearly didn't appreciate being spoken to like that. Eryx rolled his eyes, his annoyance palpable. He wasn’t in the mood for this argument and certainly didn’t have the energy to entertain her anymore. “And tell me one reason why you want to marry me," he snapped. "There are plenty of men out there who are more handsome than I am. Why me?” Amy didn't hesitate. “Because I love you,” she said, her words quick and direct. Eryx let out a harsh laugh, disbelief dripping from his tone. “Fuck your love,” he scoffed. “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t be out there fucking around.”

I leaned back, closing my eyes to savor it. When I opened them, I found Mason staring down at me. His expression wasn't cold anymore—it was hungry. A blush scorched my cheeks. "You like it," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "I do," I stammered. "What’s the secret ingredient?" "Amaretto," he said. "Apricot and bitter almond. It cuts through the darkness." "It's perfect," I said, holding his gaze as I used my thumb to wipe a fleck of foam from my lip.

April said, then turned to face Amor, keeping her gaze pinned to her. "You sure" he murmured leaning down and kissing her on the side of her lips. "Yes babe" she replied smiling and he kissed her hand before walking toward the car, and not even glancing at Amor. Amor crossed her arms, frowning. "You have him wrapped around your little fingers, don't you? You must be proud of yourself" April sighed walking closer to her

When Sebastião said this, he withdrew his hand from hers and smiled as he left, and the reception room suddenly fell silent again, with only Alice and Amora staring wide-eyed at each other. "You, go fetch me a glass of juice, I want something refreshing." Amora saw Alice standing beside her and looking at her that way. "Sorry, we don't have juice here." Alice replied expressionlessly. "No juice? Why is there no such thing?" Amora looked at her with an exaggerated expression. "Or are you too lazy to squeeze it?" "Mr. Armani never drinks juice, so the tea room is not equipped with a juicer." Alice said. "Then go out and buy it!" Amora said.

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!"

The Browns were down, but the war wasn’t over. Downstairs, the dining room smelled like coffee and pancakes. The long oak table was set with plates of fruit, eggs, and Amore’s favorite chocolate chip pancakes. She sat at one end, her curls bouncing as she swung her legs, a smear of chocolate on her cheek. Ryan was across from her, stealing a strawberry from her plate. “Mommy!” Amore squealed, jumping up to hug me. Her arms were warm, her small body pressing against mine. My heart ached with love and guilt.

“You’re the only one who can satisfy my sweet tooth, Baby.” His whispered words made Amora’s face flush bright red. She finally realized what he meant.

he smiled serving both of them. They silently had their dinner looking at each other. Sometimes silence is the sweetest love language... "Let's dance" she excitedly extended her hand once they finished their dinner. "As you say, my Amore" he chuckled placing his hand in hers. Ek Din Aap Yoon Humko Mil Jayenge Phool Hi Phool Raahon Mein Khil Jayenge Maine Socha Na Tha.. Maine Socha Na Tha.. She started singing as they slowly moved with the old but magical tunes.