Novel & Cerita Amor-odio

his gaze held mine. We tried to decipher what was beyond our eyes until I averted my eyes. “T-This is to make sure that our reputation is not damaged…” I added, earning a cruel smirk from Amor. “I understand. I am not interested in this useless romance, anyway. Write it or not, I will never ‘fall in love’ as people call it. I don’t have time for that. There are billions of other important things to take care of. Love will only slow me down. Who has time to waste on something like that?” Amor said.

Cookie's standpoint 'I already hate you, Ame, there is nothing you can do to change that.' 'No, you can't hate me, you can't,' he said shakily. My heart melted at the sea of tears flowing down his cheeks. 'No, non mi odi, non mi odierai mai. Mi ami, Biscotto, mi hai promesso che mi avresti sempre amato. Non puoi odiarmi, non puoi perché mi ami e siamo destinati a stare insieme.'

of me? What if we get married and you realize I’m not the one? Will you cheat on me?” Tears streamed down my face as I voiced the fears clawing at my heart. He sighed deeply, then sat up and gently pulled me into his lap. “Mi Amorè, I didn’t cheat on Catalina because I wanted to be a disloyal man. Even with everything she put me through, I never once considered being with another woman while I was still her husband. It’s unfortunate for her and very fortunate for me… that you walked into my life, Angel.” His hand cupped my cheek, thumb wiping away a tear. “I’ll never get tired of you, tesoro. I know you’re the one for me. We’re made for each other. Even your flaws are beautiful

And as his last message denies giving up its stinging effects, I’m left with eyes stung by tears… again. “Fuck.” I don’t want to cry. I have done enough of that already. But every word, every pause, every intonation that comes with ‘Love, whatever you see after now, know that what we have is not a deception. I’ll remain the man you adore, the same one that cherishes you. Now and forever. Te Amo’ carries a share of turbulence fierce enough to slit through mountains.

Yet now, sitting here, the thought of him gone carved a hollow pit inside her chest she couldn’t ignore. “I don’t understand,” she whispered. “I wanted revenge. I wanted to see him fall. So why—why does it feel like I can’t breathe knowing he might not survive this?” Enzo regarded her silently, his jaw ticking. “Because hate and love aren’t opposites, Amira. They’re twins. Both consume you. And Montez… he knows how to fan the flames of both.” She looked up at him, stunned. “And you? Do you even care?”

💲 La colère d'une femme amoureuse 💲 🎀Auteur : Judi le Romantique Plume 🎀 🖌️-------- Épisode final-----🖌️ 🖌️- ----- Épisode 14-----🖌️ LA FEMME................. Connaissez-vous cet être ? Il faille ne même pas la connaître. Aussi douce qu'elle soit c'est de la même manière qu'elle peut devenir la pire espère terrestre.

Sean was not blowing her off, was he? "Arghhhh!" She yelled in frustration as her hand unbalanced an aphrodite's sculpted head. The clash between the statue and the ceramic floor made Amy and Maeva skip. The two minions had tried to quench Elodie's blazing temper to no avail and now only stood, watched, and sympathized.

So I turn Amory to face me, I lift her into my arms as she locks her legs around me, and kiss her as I push myself into her. Amory whimpers and moans out into my mouth, before biting my bottom lip. When she lets go, I suck on her neck like a vacuum not giving a fuck if it marks her or not! She screams out my name and trembles through her orgasm before I release right into her. I mean, she’s probably pregnant right now anyway so what difference does it make at this point? “Mi Amor, solo yo de ahora en adelante. Eres mío”, (my love, only me from now on. You’re mine) I say through my huskiness as she leans back against the wall while still in my arms. “Solo tuyo”, (only yours) she whines. “Siem

He surprises me. "Non c'è amore senza odio, ognuno gioca a nascondino finché non permettiamo a ciascuno di sedersi al tavolo," there is no love without hate, each playing the game of hide and seek until we allow each to hold a seat at the table, Luca tells me. His eyes open and sparkling as he conveys that he truly believes every word he's told me. My breath hitches in my throat at the possibility he just told me he both loves and hates me, and I feel as if he's telling me to encourage my own emotions to live alongside one another's.