Amor E Ódio Novels & Stories

No, I had to tell another lie, one that would convince Fenrir of my loyalty and innocence, but without acting too weak that he despises me and casts me out. "Damien...was not interested in an alliance, Alpha Fenrir," I said finally, the lies coming out of my mouth in a rush. "He was hostile and aggressive, refusing to listen to me, he claimed he wanted to talk to you your highness, I tried but he refused . I tried to negotiate with him, but he wouldn't pay attention, he even lost his temper and tried to hit me and I was forced to defend to defend myself against him as well." Fenrir's eyes narrowed , his expression still unreadable. I could tell he was listen to my words, trying to decide whe

I had accepted it because I had done so much wrong to him. And talking about love, my first love too, had been a danger to me, and I had no idea. Mary had been a Quetet, and I hadn't known. I didn't even know what a Quetet was at that time. I had only heard it once, and that had been when Suzana had told me to drink from the bowl of blood.

I asked him, he grinned ear to ear, "It's mean 'love' in Italian word," he kissed back of Maria's hand, "Are you from Italy?" I asked getting completely confused because he doesn't look like Italian, "Oh, No," he said while shaking his head, " I had learned different languages at college, so when I got learn about this, from that day onwards I started calling her Amore, first she got confused and also get mad thinking that I am cursing her in a different language but when she knows what's it's mean, she became all flushed and guilty " Harry laugh wholeheartedly, Maria turns fully red,

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.” * * * * *

So I turn Amory to face me, I lift her into my arms as she locks her legs around me, and kiss her as I push myself into her. Amory whimpers and moans out into my mouth, before biting my bottom lip. When she lets go, I suck on her neck like a vacuum not giving a fuck if it marks her or not! She screams out my name and trembles through her orgasm before I release right into her. I mean, she’s probably pregnant right now anyway so what difference does it make at this point? “Mi Amor, solo yo de ahora en adelante. Eres mío”, (my love, only me from now on. You’re mine) I say through my huskiness as she leans back against the wall while still in my arms. “Solo tuyo”, (only yours) she whines. “Siem

The maid nodded and walked away. Preta sighed. Dave sprang to his feet, "what did you do that for? Why scream at the maid the meal is pretty good, it did not taste bland to me." He argued. "It did to me." "Are you being serious?" "Nine solid years, our daughter Lily is still not with us. I keep waiting and hoping patiently that I will get to see her and hold her in my arms, " tears rolled down her eyes, "but all because of that evil witch, Ana we can't. Who knows how our daughter is doing? If she is okay or sick? Could she be hungry?"

Antonio struck his face and he grunted as blood rushed down his nose. Antonio's trembled greatly, his eyes rolling frantically, "Admit it, at least to yourself," Eduardo continued, "This is why Amora was scared of being with you. Because she can't explore you, she can't get to see the real you. How you really feel about her. That's why she chose me. She chose me because I was peace to her and you were a thunderstorm, a bomb which she was afraid of when he would let it out and torture her. Amora hating you was a result of how badly you have always treated her. To some point, I feel so jealous because she appears to love you to a fault!!"

The battle for acceptance was not yet complete, but the promise of unity, of family reconciled and love unbroken, glimmered on the horizon like the first light of dawn. In that quiet embrace, amidst the echoes of joy and fear, Amara understood something profound: victory in love is not measured by battles won alone, but by the courage to stand together, unwavering, even when the world resists. And with Liam, she would always stand, undaunted, unyielding, and unafraid.

His green eyes burned into mine, a mixture of anger and something deeper—something darker. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my body betraying me as the heat of his presence seeped into every inch of me. I hated him. I hated myself for not pushing him away. “I don’t let go of what’s mine, *mi amor,*” he whispered, his voice soft, yet razor-sharp.