Novel & Cerita Amor

It sounds sexy, and my cheeks can't refuse to turn red. “I said, I love you, Amore.” “A-Amore?” “Yes. From now on, I will call you “Amore”. Meaning, love, because you are the love of my life.” “I understand what that means, Eli Madrigal. It's just that—” I swallowed, pressing my lips together. “It's just what? Don't you like it? Hmmm… does it sound bad?” “No, Eli. I actually love it. I'm just happy because that's what you thought of calling me. I love you, Eli.”

“But I was too much of a coward to admit it. “If I admitted that I loved you… if I admitted that I had feelings for the girl I raised—how could I face your parents? “They were my best friends. They trusted me like a brother. How could I fall in love with their daughter? “I was a coward. I was too afraid to face what was between us. His voice cracked. “I told myself it was wrong. That your love for me was nothing more than admiration. That you’d grow out of it. “So I lied to you. I staged the engagement. I forced myself to be with Wendy, thinking it would make me forget you.” A bitter chuckle escaped him. “But I never did. Every single moment, every memory, every second spent with you—it neve

she said placidly. Damon was stung. He looked down and started to weep, "I just want you to know I regret what I did, okay? I know I'd done a lot of wrong, so I'm atoning. I just don't want to lose you anymore!" "So? What are you trying to prove by letting yourself go like this? That this is what your love could make you do? That you're so uncontrollably remorseful now?" He looked up at her gaze with pain in his eyes. "I just want you to know that it's not like I don't care about you!" he said hoarsely, determined. "In fact, the one I treasure the most is you."

There are many followers of Fiona, but basically gave up within a few days, because in the emotional aspect Fiona is really cold. It's like seeing a refrigerator in the hot weather, can't help but get cool, at first it's really comfortable, but what about an hour, two hours later? If you don't get out of the fridge, your friend will have to go to the funeral home and give you a square box. Love is not only love, but also friendship. Three years of college, next toFiona She is the only one to be friends with. Part of it may also be because she is a Northeasterner, has a better tolerance for cold than others, her tongue licks ice but her face doesn't change color, otherwise she would soon free

Dove groaned, placing her hands on her chest. "Don't go back on your words either," Dove said, glaring at her. Amaria gave a nod. Teresa and Amaria burst out laughing in front of Ammon and Elex. Elex cast a glance at Ammon, who appeared to be lost in thought. 'I can still feel her warmth; she was unquestionably master.' Ammon reflected as he examined his hands. 'I want to feel this warm sensation for the rest of my life...I want to be with master forever'

“That’s the point, Amy. From what I saw… I don’t think I know him anymore.” “Why can’t you just accept that I love him?!” Amy angrily exclaimed. When she remembered that Carl was still asleep, she took some deep breaths to control her anger. “Stop saying that, Amy. You don’t love him, you’re only being manipulated.” Paula retorted through clenched teeth. “That’s not true, mom!” Amy countered, standing up from the bed. “Stop saying such things about Bryan. I love him… I’ve loved him for a long time now.”

Even I thought that could be the emotion existing within that man's chest, I realized it was not. It took me time to read but I later had it figured out. It's a look of pain. It's a look of regret, hurt, infliction, torment but yet admiration. You see why I'm confused? How could you feel two contrasting things towards someone at once? I understood love and hate because there's a very thin line between them. He's is regret and admiration. His admiration glowed anytime he saw her smile, whenever she adjusted her hair or each time she nearly choked out of laughter.

I roll my eyes and try to snatch the bowl from him. "Cello," he utters, tasting the name on his tongue. "It's better than amor." "Yeah, what does that mean though?" I put a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth "Love," he smiles. "Huh?" "Amor meus is Latin for 'my love'," he explains. "Oh," I mouth, and heat creep up my face. He's been calling me that for a while now and only now do I know what it means. I think I like this name better than Cello.