Amor In Spanish Novels & Stories

“You’ve always been my son.” In truth, she hadn’t been close to him. For years, she’d seen him as the product of something terrible, something that broke her. But now… now she saw him differently. She lifted him onto her lap. “You’re the one who doesn’t call me Mommy. Or even Mama,” she teased lightly. Devon looked up at her. “Do you know what Amor means?” “Huh?” “It means Love in Spanish.” “What?” she asked, eyes widening.

As the soup contained many herbs she eventually dozed off in Archer's arms . Archer ran his hand on her stomach as he knew she loved it . His lips gave kisses on her face and she snuggled more into his chest . "Archie ,I love you " she said and he bites his lip adoring his belle . "I love you my belle " he said kissing her lips .

"Mi vida means my life; mi amor my love; Mi corazón es my heart; Cariña is like sweetheart? Mi Reina is my queen." "And mi Cielo or something?" she asked. "My sky," I said with a smile. "You are all these things to me, Maria, y mas [and more]." Maria looked shy and stared at her feet. "Well, I’m no queen. So that one is out. I don’t think it’s healthy if I'm your life. I guess I like mi amor, mi Cielo, and Carina. Are all Spanish men this intense, though? Like calling someone "your life and your sky"? We just say "baby" or "sweetheart."

He's her pillar, same way as she is his. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He teased as he pulled her out of her train of thoughts. She blinked her eyes and smiled at him. "I'm just lucky to have you. That's all." She blushed and he teasingly pinched her nose. "And I'm more lucky to have you in my life mi amor. Eres el mejor mi amor. Te quiero mucho." He said as he dropped a soft kiss on her forehead. "What...what did you say?" She asked. She only knew what mi amor means.

I raised her jaw using my thumb to get her looking at me. “What made you think I will ever do that? They ain’t no one hotter than you that I have ever seen or will even want to. Baby? I want you to really trust me on that, I ain’t no bitch to go fucking around. Te Amo, not just that Te quiero” Fuck, whenever I’m back from this whole netting I just can’t do away with this Spanish stuff” I groaned. “ No, I love it. You sound charming when you speak that”. “And do you know what that means” I questioned.

81 : "Free" Free 81 T A T E "I love you... I loooooove you..." He says with every kiss he plants on my cheek, neck, lips and skin, making me giggle and laugh. He smiles at me. "I love you." "I didn't know you could get annoying sometimes." I giggle. He kisses my neck again. "Te amo." I answer. He groans and leaves a minuscule bite on my neck. "Ahhhh you speaking Spanish is hot."

I don't remember saying anything else after hi. "I don't know, I don't remember saying anything else." Lucians eyes searched mine, he brought his hand to my face. "Amon?" "Amor meus!" I said as I brought my hand to his face. He took a sharp breath in, his eyes teared up before he grabbed my face with his other hand. Holding my face in both of his hands. "amor meus, you're in there!" "Of course I am, amor meus, where else would I be?"

*Spanish word meaning to English is- I am sorry my dear* "Papa, what is it? " she asked and her father just hugged her, his head buried in her long brunette hair as he cried. "It's all my fault, " he said Valerie didn't understand what was going on so she stayed quiet. "I promised your mom that I was going to take care of you, " he whimpered, sniffling. "I am very sorry amor, " he added "What is going on Papa? " she asked in a small voice, already sobbing

Let’s just hope that when the time comes, I will remember everything and not back down. My phone vibrated and a notification went off. It was a text from ‘Amor de tu vida’. Zach replaced his name with that, ‘Love of your life’ in Spanish. Amor de tu vida: Where you at baby? Are you hiding from me? I missed you. Can’t wait to have your lips on mine. I blushed and giggled. Erica cocked an eyebrow, “I do not want to know what that stubborn bull wrote. I get that he’s cute and all but I hate his possessive attitude towards you. He acts like he owns you, Ugh!”

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.