Amor Falso Frases Romane & Geschichten

Maximiliano could not see Amelia's face, but he could guess that she was making one of those grimaces he had seen her make a couple of times. "Mom, but what are you saying, falling in love with him?" Amelia laughed, "It will never happen, mom, never; it's all fake, I don't feel anything for that man, the most I could do with him is to fuck him, he's an attractive man, I admit it, I admit it" Amelia bit her lips. "I promise not to say that word again, but please, I just need you to come with me and pretend, please, Mom, please..."

They both spoke at the same time and they turned to look at each other. "I want you to engrave 'forever, mio amore' on both rings." Adrian said while staring into her eyes. "That is a little cheesy, don't you think so?" "No. È un messaggio a te. Spenderò per sempre con te, il mio amore." (No. It is a message to you. I will spend forever with you, my love.) "Per sempre è una menzogna. Tutti noi muoiono un giorno." (Forever is a lie. We all die someday.)

“Was that worth ten thousand dollars?” His gaze sharpened. “You’re cautious now. You weren’t on stage.” “I was performing on stage.” “Are you not performing now?” She paused. “Not for you.” That made him smirk—genuine and amused. “Good. I don’t like lies dressed in lipstick. I like truth… even when it cuts.” She remained by the door, not crossing the threshold of intimacy his words invited. “Then what truth are you buying tonight?” she asked. He set down his glass. “That you’re not just beautiful. You’re something rare. Most girls are firecrackers—loud, quick, forgettable. But you, Aurora… you burn slow. And men remember slow burns.”

A look of horror crossed her face as she processed his words, ‘No, no Romero no, cosa penserà Juliette di te, per favore non farlo’ [No, no Romero no, what will Juliette think of you, please do not do this] She begged him and it only served to repulse him more, ‘Quando scoprirà quante volte sei venuto da me, la sua presunta migliore amica, non credo che sarà così preoccupata’ [When she finds out how many times you came on to me, her supposed best friend, I do not think she will be that concerned ]

"Look at me, please“ I pleaded. His face was angled sideways, his profile bathed in the firelight like a golden halo. He looked as magnificent as a Greek statue. “I want this. I’ve wanted it for a long time now, amore.“ His head turned towards me with curiosity. “Amore? What does it mean?" "It is Italian for love.“ reaching out, I placed my hand on his cheeks. “I love you, Chris.“ He gave me a radiant smile that lightened up his entire face. "I love you too, Nina. More than anything." He kissed me deeply, laying me down on the cushions. As I undressed, the heated look he gave me when he saw my white polka-dot underwear made all my insecurities vanish.

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

Like any other girl, she was insecure too. "What type of question is this, Yami? How much do I love you? Count the stars in the sky" he replied irritated still not looking at her. How can he describe in words how much he loves her? Nothing can describe his love and hence his irritation. She bit her lips to control her tears after his plain answer. Can't he just tell her? Is it so hard for him to describe his love for her? It was her first time in love, her love was immature and impatient. She just wanted some assurance from him but she didn't get any. Because for Abhimanyu, lovers don't need words, but he forgot that he is experienced in love, she is not.

I said and gave her a pat on her head. Her expression shifted to being sad. "...did I say something wrong?" I added. "I love you too, so much that my heart is about to come out. I can't even handle how deep my feelings are for you. But then I remembered. It's a fake one," Amaya said. "It's okay. It'll be okay for me as long as you're doing your mission. I'm allowing all deities to use me, to lure you into doing what is right," I said.

“Oh my god dear. Look at you looking so pretty. I do not want to go but I have to my dear- he said getting emotional. Seeing him my tears are on verge. I know it all fake just to show the world. I just looked at him emotionless. he hugged me and whispered in my ears ,”everything will be ok , if you don’t trust my word trust your love “ he whispered making me confused and frown ,why is he telling me all this and now . a tear rolled down my eyes. If he would have said this three days before I would have believed him but now all my hope is cursed, how to trust my love when he has nothing for me except hate . “Oh no no no don’t cry. Your makeup will get ruined”- he said

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