Amor Doloroso Novels & Stories

"I-I'm.. I'm sorry, Amara but.. I can't love you back." Her heart broke instantly on what he said. It was broken that it made her suddenly out of breath. Like she's drowning at at the deepest part of the ocean and no one would be there to save her but only one face is flashing on her mind while still trying to breathe for air. It was Helios'. MAYLENE IS COOKING 'adobo' (a famous Filipino food) while looking at Amalia who looks really unwell and just staring at the window. Amalia looks like she's thinking something deep that's why Maylene didn't bother to disturb her.

“Enough, doll. Please. You’ll have a terrible headache if you cry any more.” A small, watery smile touched her lips, even though her eyes were still brimming with tears. He knew her so well—better than she knew herself. “You’re very bad, husband,” she murmured, her voice muffled by his chest. She slammed her hand softly against his hard muscle in a weak, playful complaint. Cristiano’s arms tightened around her with a mixture of overwhelming love and fierce possession. “I am sorry, amore mio,” he whispered, a profound sadness lacing his tone as he realized just how much his absence had cost them both.

Carla pursed her lips, bearing an indescribable pain in her heart. Loving someone also meant that you had to get hurt. And being loved was a fortune. However, she was the one who loved. The flight lasted for more than ten hours, but Crista never closed her eyes once. She felt both uneasy and hopeful. Lewis held her hand, feeling the cold ring on his palm. "Are you worried about meeting him?"

"Stay here with Amanda, Ms. Sanders. I'll take care of the fees." Tears welled up in Charlotte's eyes as she stared at Jonathan gratefully. He patted her shoulder soothingly but shot me a dark look. "Tessa, if you apologize to Ms. Sanders and Amanda now, we can move past this." His words stabbed through me like a dagger. The burning sensation on my calf was nothing compared to my heartbreak at that moment. I stared at the man I had loved for the last six years. A bitter smile etched upon my bloodless face as I relented. "Fine. I'm sorry."

Chapter 1 Prologue "Eat me tonight, baby" Theola moaned when she was creased in with pleasure from every side. Rolf kissed every part of her body with the utmost desire to eat her whole. He did this till he got down and fondled her mini stick. She let out a louder moan. He continued to do so until she begged him not to cease. He then rose to her ovals and fondled them masterfully. Theola was all in need of him at that moment. "I want to feel you inside, Rolf". He then plugged in his huge rod and they both rode at a steady pace. She held his hand to her neck.

Her breathe entwined with his , she breathed in his scent as deeply as she could . Soon , some footsteps could be heard from behind her ,narrowing his brows , he stared at her back for sometime and then moving near her earlobe he whispered " a priesto Amore mio " .His voice was deep and grave lingering with some hidden threats . He pulled his grip back from her waist, causing her to fall on the wet road .And then giving her a long intensed expression he passed behind her . Observing the hatred in his eyes , a pang of hurt engulfed through her body.Her back met with the road , a terrible pain anguished her body . Her elbow was hurt, and there was also a bruise on it .

Then he winked at her, making her smile as the musician reached the cue point and she started to sing to the mid tempo rhythm; What colour is the sky Ay mi amor!, Ay, mi amor! You tell me that it’s red Ay mi amor!, Ay, mi amor! Where should I put my shoes Ay mi amor!, Ay, mi amor! You say put them on your head Ay mi amor!, Ay, mi amor! Inara looked straight at Lemuel who had his eyes glued to hers with a smirk across his lips as she sang the next part and by then, the people were clapping to the rhythm of the music.

He could barely breathe. His pulse crashed against hers— two hearts trying to fuse two energies trying to reconcile two souls trying to merge. Lena writhed in his arms, crying out: “Alex—A-Alex—it hurts—it HURTS—!!” He held her tighter, voice breaking: “I know—I know—just hold onto me—please—DON’T LET GO—!” Her fingers dug into his shirt, trembling violently. Her forehead pressed to his. Her light burned them both. But he didn’t stop.

Rocco stood beside us and he handed her the phone that I dropped, but I snatched it and screamed. “I hate you, Renzo Valentino. I hate you so much. I hate you as much as I loved you. You once said that you were a monster, and I accepted you, I accepted that because I knew that you would never hurt me, but now I know that your heart doesn’t know what love is. You will forever stay alone like a cursed demon. You will remember me forever and everything you have done for me. I curse you with every tear I cried for you, with every tear I shed because of you. But I promise you this one day I will be back in your life and you will be at my feet begging for forgiveness that I will never give. I will