Amor Doloroso Novels & Stories

For a brief moment, she lost herself, letting her own desire rise to meet his. But just as she began to feel a sense of connection—however fleeting—Jerome abruptly pulled back, his eyes scanning her face with a look of contempt and satisfaction on his face. He smirked, his gaze drifting over her flushed cheeks, her parted lips. “This is probably the only thing you’re ever going to be good for,” he sneered, his voice laced with cruel amusement. Katie's chest tightened painfully, and she felt the sting of tears welling up in her eyes, despite her best efforts to hold them back.

“Did the beasts steal your sense of humor along with a bit of your larynx.” “I still don’t talk right,” I pouted. “You’re a little raspy,” he admitted, “but I find it sexy.” “Everything’s sexy to you,” I snapped. He threw his arms wide, smiled broadly, and said, “I’m a sexy guy who enjoys sex with my sexy lady. So, sue me.” I looked at the scar on my neck again and said, “This is not sexy.” “That is the sexiest part of you, my love,” he whispered as he placed a soft kiss on my lips and left the room.

It happens too fast—I barely register the way Diego hauls me into another vehicle before it speeds away. My breath shudders. My heart pounds. The wetness on my cheeks brings me back to reality. I’m crying. "Alli, please don’t cry…" Diego’s voice is soft, filled with something close to pity. "I love him," I whisper, clutching my chest. "I love him more than my heart can handle." Diego swallows hard. "I swear on my parents’ grave, Allison—he loves you even more." A bitter laugh escapes me. "Then we’ll suffer this pain together."

Katie had made the right choice when she decided to head south on the interstate. An exit sign loomed ahead. “Amor,” she read aloud. “Is that the city we’re going to?” The boy nodded. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t call it a city. It’s pretty small.” “What does the name mean?” she asked, craning to see her first glimpse of the town as they traveled along the offramp. He made a left onto a small road lined with adobe-style homes. “Love.” * * * * *

A man who would do everything just to impose a horrendous love that shouldn't exist in the first place. "Te amo, Amor."

Damian took a slow, hesitant step forward, his gaze never wavering from her. His eyes were filled with a longing so intense it could have brought the stars to their knees. He reached out, his hand trembling as he brushed his fingertips against her cheek, his touch warm and achingly real, grounding her in a reality she was too afraid to believe. “It is I, mi amore,” he murmured, his voice a mixture of tenderness and apology, as if he knew the anguish he had left in his wake. “Spirit, soul, and body. I’m here… I’m really here.”

he whispered again, the words rough, and almost broken. “I love you,” she breathed. “Even when I didn’t want to. Even when it hurts.” Lorenzo let out a shaky laugh, the kind that sounded like relief and heartbreak stitched together. His forehead rested against hers, their breaths tangling, trembling. “Fuck, Amore…” he murmured. “You have no idea what you’ve just done to me.” Her lips parted as he tilted her chin upward, and before she could speak again, his mouth found hers.

) The bartender looked at him confusingly like he had gone mad but he didn't have any other option but to reply him besides he didn't ask him anything question of which he couldn't answer so he answered him. "Amore? L’amore è un sentimento molto semplice ma allo stesso tempo bellissimo. Se desideri la presenza di una persona intorno a te, i tuoi occhi hanno bisogno di vederla, le tue braccia vogliono abbracciarla e custodirla per l'eternità, vuoi che sia sempre con te e non puoi vederla ferita, il suo dolore colpisce anche te significa che li ami." the bartender told him with a mischievous glint in his eyes and Nicholas could see it clearly.

Watermelon… Cucumber… Cantelope… Wet pennies… No, that’s blood! Amory rubs her face into my chest as she lays asleep in my arms, but she’s already begun to bleed. When she inhales deeply and sighs, I kiss her down her neck until she moans. “Mmmm, mi Amor”, (my love) I said in my sleepy state. “No quiero dejarte ir, pero huelo sangre”, (I don’t want to let you go, but I smell blood) I told her, making her jump.

of me? What if we get married and you realize I’m not the one? Will you cheat on me?” Tears streamed down my face as I voiced the fears clawing at my heart. He sighed deeply, then sat up and gently pulled me into his lap. “Mi Amorè, I didn’t cheat on Catalina because I wanted to be a disloyal man. Even with everything she put me through, I never once considered being with another woman while I was still her husband. It’s unfortunate for her and very fortunate for me… that you walked into my life, Angel.” His hand cupped my cheek, thumb wiping away a tear. “I’ll never get tired of you, tesoro. I know you’re the one for me. We’re made for each other. Even your flaws are beautiful