Amor In Spanish Novels & Stories

"You're divine. I'll never grt enough of you Arya." Their foreheads were inches apart, nose brushing each other's. He lifted her chin so he could get lost in those ethereal emerald green eyes of hers. "Mi alma," he said, his hot minty breath fanning her face. “Eres el sueño del que nunca quiero despertar.” She was not exactly sure what he meant, because he was speaking Spanish and not Italian— and she had never bothered to learn much of her step father's language but it made her smile.

If I focus on anything they’re saying, I… I can’t. I can’t. My head feels light. I swallow the rest of the liver whole and go for the neck. The feel of bones crunching beneath my teeth helps chase away my thoughts. Leaving Amora was the right choice, Kian snaps. End of story. Amora. Amora. A name with Latin origins, commonly used in Spanish and French cultures. Meaning: love. Wolves like us will never understand love. Shadows like us will never understand it. I rip the rabbit’s neck out and chew through the tendons and bones.

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.”

As I say it, I know it's a lie. “Sure. See you in three weeks.” I can feel his childish excitement from outside the door. “Yea. Just leave now.” I hear his footsteps barrelling down the stairs, then everywhere suddenly goes quiet. I ruffle my curly hair. I am really going with him. Three weeks in Spain might just be the thing that brings us together finally. ~~~~ {Three weeks Later} I look out the window of the sleek black Sedan taking us to our destination. I keep my gaze fixed on the Retiro Park and the beautiful Crystal palace of Madrid, trying to ignore the obvious tapping of Caleb's thumbs against his phone screen.

Xanthe learned that “Te quiero” meant “I like you” in Spanish. She found it online after Isis whispered it to her. Some articles said it could also mean “I want you,” but it was lighter than Te amo. It was an affectionate confession, romantic but not as deep as “I love you.” She sighed loudly. She wished Isis had just said it in a language she understood. No need for her to search the meaning online. But, why does he like me anyway? She thought. I do nothing special here. Nothing about me seems worth liking. Why him?

He teases. "Solo somos amigos pero seguro Ben," I reply. "So Christian this is Ben, Ben meet Christian." "Encantado de conocerte Ben." Christian smirks. Of course, he speaks Spanish. After all his surname is Amor. "Igualmente." Ben laughs. "Let's get you guys a table." "Better be a special one, Ben." He says and we laugh. "Here you go. I'll come in take your orders in a few." Ben says walks away.

Kenton. A very naked Kenton. 'Mate,' my wolf yaps excitedly. 'Our mate is here! He came to find us.' "Amaris," he says, his deep voice doing funny things to my insides. I nod my head, indicating that I understand him. He smiles widely and steps forward, kneeling to pet behind her ears, "You are so incredible, Amaris," he murmurs, burrowing his face into her neck, inhaling deeply, taking her scent into his lungs. "Can you shift back?"

“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 .

I stare at her. “Mmm… you know. I love you with every ounce of my soul” Maia says as she gives me a sweet smile. “You know, I can’t speak Spanish but I’ll try… please don’t laugh at me because of the accent,” I say. “Mmm… okay...” Maia says while staring at my lips. “Te Amo… Maia” I say. Maia smile and chuckles “Te quiero mucho Lena” Maia says. “What does it mean?” I raise an eyebrow.