Amor Novels & Stories

said Amra annoyed . Aron got up from his bed then started to get dressed . Amra kept staring at him with an annoyed expression . " The way you are staring at me is bothersome . You better say what you want to say out loud . " said Aron . " I really hope that there is actually someone out there who can make you understand what love is . Then you will stop sleeping with all these girls like this . " said Amra . " Love ? You gotta be kidding me ! There's no such thing as love. Love is nothing more than mere sex ! " said Aron with a smirk while he dressed up .

in messy hair, he was looking as always a handsome tyrant. "He left half an hour ago and why are you so sweating? Bebe." he showed fake sympathy by caressing her cheek. his drunk and lusty eyes were seeking something. she pushed his hand away. "Your enmity is bonded with me. don't involve my family in this matter." she raised her finger at him and told him in an icy tone. he gave a devil smirk on her words as he didn't mind her. He took out his hand from the pocket and He put his hand on her waist and pulled her. She was hit by his chest.

"Thank you mi amore." I got this.

Amore mio, My heart.

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.”

she offered, her words a feeble attempt to assuage my anxiety. "Thank you, I'm sorry for snapping earlier, okay?" I apologized, realizing I had overreacted. "It's fine. Let me drop you off and go see Liam. He must be missing his aunt," she suggested with a smile. "I'm starting to feel jealous. He seems to like you more than me," I teased, and we shared a laugh. “Oh C'mon i could never compete with his mum, his first love,” she teased. "So, is my outfit alright?" I inquired.

Shoulders straight, tie loosened, his expression tired but still sharp enough to make me weak. Then his eyes landed on me. On the roses. On the wine. He froze. The silence stretched, unbearable, while his gaze darkened, sweeping over me in the red dress, my curves outlined under the dim light. “Lara,” his voice came low, rougher than usual. “What is this?” I stood on trembling legs, forcing myself forward. “It’s… for you,” I whispered. His eyes narrowed, unreadable. “For me?” “Yes.” My hands clutched the hem of my dress. “I… I couldn’t hold it in anymore.” My voice cracked, but I pushed through. “Aiden, I love you.”

She rubbed her eyes and looked at me while my gaze wandered to the valley of her breast, subtly peeking out from my shirt. “Eyes up here!” As she snapped her fingers, my gaze immediately went back to her angelic, captivating face, a striking juxtaposition to her father’s battered, malevolent visage. Amorina means Little Love.” My thumb brushed over her lips. “I am not little,” she knitted her perfectly arched eyebrows, “and most definitely not your love!” ‘You are! You just don’t know yet. You can fucking deny all you want and run away from me or your feelings, but come hell or high water, I will claim you, Janet Corrigan!”