Novel & Cerita Amor Falso

"We just share the same name. The pregnancy is indeed quite a coincidence. It's an honor to share the same name as the Shadow pack's Luna!" Julie nodded in agreement. "It's a beautiful name! You're so lucky!" Then she said sympathetically, "He's so pitiful. His Luna left him because of a misunderstanding. Do you think his Luna will forgive him after seeing this video?" I shook my head gently, my tone firm. "I don't think so. His Luna must have given him many chances and only left when she was completely heartbroken. As for misunderstandings, I believe there are no misunderstandings when faced with facts."

Alex faked some anger as his darling underestimated him. He must forget his passwords but he may never forget anything related to her. He let out a fake cry and removed his hands from her waist. "Nobody values me. I shall ask for a new girlfriend from Santa... It's not too late to edit my wish." No sooner had the words escaped his mouth than his collars were gripped and pulled forward. Amara pulled him closer until their foreheads touched again and glared him hard, "Dare you ask for a new girlfriend! Santa will never listen to you... If he did, I will make sure my father handles him using his ways. You know how wealthy my father is, don't you?" She threatened him that just came out as sweet

She froze in the spot. "Am sorry Helen, am sorry I will leave you, life is miserable without my wife. I can t just imagine it without her. I can't imagine getting married to another lady except my sweetheart, I will rather die than marry another lady and live without her." He said and Helen's face fell, she knew he would object and he will never marry her, "You asked to see Helen and to speak with her, here she is, right here beside you." He pointed at Helen's ghost standing close to her. Helen turned left but didn't see her best friend, she turned right but she didn't see anyone. She hissed at him angrily, "Why will you deceive me? Just tell me she doesn't want to see me, I will understand.

Hay más de un millón de amores that they want to conquer you Que te quieren conquistar Let him go out of your life Deja que se vaya de tu vida That the wounds that this time did you harm and what harm are closed Que se cierren las heridas que esta vez te hicieron mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let it be apart of your story Deja que se aparte de tu historia A stain on your memory of a love that hurt you and how bad Una mancha en tu memoria de un amor que te hizo mal y que mal bad and bad Mal y que mal Bad and bad, he didn't learn to love you, no Mal y que mal no aprendió a quererte no If I risk losing you and you will see Se a arriesgo a perderte y vas a ver What's going to be wr

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.”

My smile seemed to harden on my face; anyone would believe it's genuine. Dream wedding? I never thought about this ridiculous idea until when I am ready to set off and get laid with having a family of my own to the man I love. But this is the life of a fib Vara Samonte, and I am here to act. Let not anything even guilt, prevent me from what I am aiming for. Just three months, and I am not in this disposition anymore. Three months of deceiving all the people here including his good family.

she asked him and hurt lacing her voice. "We don't want your for any particular reason Amor. We want you because you are the reason of out living, you keeps us sane, you makes our day brighter and without you we feel like walking corpse or nothing more than that." Alejandro explained how they felt in all the while when she was not with them but she shook her head in denial. "N-N-No you are lying." Vanessa straightly accused him of lying making them bewildered. "If we are lying then what's the truth?" Emiliano asked her with slight anger in his voice because he didn't like the way how she so easily declared their feelings as a lie.

That arrogant billionaire thinks he can get whatever he wants, that he can conjure up some fake position at his company, and I'll drool all over it and his cock. Images of us in the hotel room flash behind my eyes. The first is me on my knees, looking up at him and his impressive length inches from my mouth. The next is me dragging him by his tie to the window. Sit and watch, I tell him, feeling so confident in the moment. I know what last night was for you—an awakening. Damien's words replay in my ear. So what if he's right? It doesn't erase what he did. Neglecting to tell the truth still counts as a lie.

" I do not want other women. I want her " " Amore..." " I know what you are going to say! It's useless wasting love on women who can easily betray your trust. However, I love Emelia and nothing is going to change that. I wish to be with her " " And do you think she would want to be with you once she finds out about your false identity? Let's face it Amore, you are not the person she thought you were" " But I'm the one she fell in love with! "

They were not words of love or genuine intention; they were dictated by expectations, imposed by family, and executed with mechanical precision. As the minister’s voice faded into the background, I could feel a tumult of emotions churning within me—anger, sorrow, and a gnawing sense of betrayal. How could I possibly live a life where every moment was measured, every smile forced? I wondered if Damien even understood the cost of what we had just sealed with our words. I recalled the brief, intense moment when his lips met mine—a kiss that, for a split second, seemed to hold a promise of passion. Yet, it quickly dissolved into the clinical detachment that had come to define him. It was as if h