Amor-odio Novels & Stories

-"I don't know... I think she's in love with someone else" -"Αre you sure?" -"I'm sure. She had a romantic relationship with one of her kind. They were about to get married." -"But they didn't. You're her man now. Don't leave her. Try to show her that you're better than the other! If you really want the girl you have to give your best! It's on you man." -"I think you may be right" -"I am always right! To your win! Cheers!" -"Cheers"

Throughout the journey to his destination, a smile never slipped from his lips. Sometimes he also cheers because he is happy. When he approached the place where his heart was headed, he was very happy and impatient to meet the young man. However, all his happiness was instantly wiped out when he saw the sight that made him immediately hurt. In front of him is Amor, who is with another man and looks very familiar. He was just silent and watched from a distance, his heart mixed between anger, injury, and disappointment. He was very disappointed because Amor was so close to the man of that age, while Amor often kept his distance from him.

The weight of his emotions reverberated in his voice, mingling with their shared history and the secrets that had been unveiled. In the midst of their passionate entanglement, Ameera could feel the barriers crumbling. The anger that had consumed them transformed into vulnerability, raw and unguarded. Haider's touch became a testament to his longing, a silent confession of his fear of losing her. It was a collision of emotions, their love and anger entwined in a complex tapestry of desire and pain.

CHAPTER 79 Amour Amour - a sexual relationship or a secret love affair: usually an illicit love affair Origin: Latin 79 NICK'S POV A few days before Savannah's bachelorette party... I could still hear Savannah so clearly as I close my eyes when she told me she's marrying someone. I gaze at the invitation card disinterestedly. I still couldn't believe she's getting married. I just don't want her to marry yet, I know I am being selfish right now because Damon is already making her happy and Damon has filled the empty spaces that I left.

He said, opened the door and left. Amora sighed out, her head banging and at the same time, her eyes were filled with tears. “Did you see that, Camila? Mio padre mi odia così tanto. (My father hates me so much!) I don't have an idea of what happened or what I'm doing here but he just hates me and everything I do.” Camila ran to her side.

) The bartender looked at him confusingly like he had gone mad but he didn't have any other option but to reply him besides he didn't ask him anything question of which he couldn't answer so he answered him. "Amore? L’amore è un sentimento molto semplice ma allo stesso tempo bellissimo. Se desideri la presenza di una persona intorno a te, i tuoi occhi hanno bisogno di vederla, le tue braccia vogliono abbracciarla e custodirla per l'eternità, vuoi che sia sempre con te e non puoi vederla ferita, il suo dolore colpisce anche te significa che li ami." the bartender told him with a mischievous glint in his eyes and Nicholas could see it clearly.

I will make sure mine is the only one she will remember after this night. With this I joined my forehead with hers and whispered the last words, before I entered her entirely. "odio i traditori amore mio e tu lo sei appena diventato." (I hate betrayers, my love..and you have just become one)

His heart jumped with joy, and he wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her there forever. “I’m honored, amore mio!” Amelia smiled, her cheeks coloring at the endearment he used for the second time since he arrived on her doorstep. She knew what the word 'amore’ meant. It meant love! She understood what ‘mio’ meant. It meant my. She had searched for a way to confess her feelings to him in Italian. It made her understand a few endearments in the language she loved. So, Matteo called her my love in his native tongue!

His responsibility, his burden, his choice. “Olvida que he preguntado.” (Forget that I asked.) I scoffed. “Para mí fue fácil. No tuve unos padres como los de Emiliana.” (It was easy for me. I didn’t have parents like Emiliana’s.) He rubbed his face tiredly, no doubt trying to chase away any thoughts of his own past. “La quieren, pero su odio hacia ti parece más importante. Hay una delgada línea entre el amor y el odio, y ellos parecen atascados en algún lugar del medio.” (They love her, but their hatred for you seems more important. There is a fine line between love and hate, and they seem stuck somewhere in the middle.) He pointed an accusatory finger at me with a smile playing on his lips.

He noticed the tears beginning to pool in her clear eyes, but there was something else there too—a sharp, almost predatory glare that made it clear she wasn’t someone to mess with. A faint, cold smile curved Diego’s lips. That side of her ... it was just like Alejandro Volker—and Diego hated that side the most. Even though he could see how angry Amora was with both Alejandro and himself, Diego couldn’t care less. In fact, he almost welcomed her hatred for Alejandro. To him, that was a win. ‘Alejandro Volker … maybe the best punishment for you is your daughter’s hate,’ Diego thought with a twisted smile. He wanted Alejandro to feel the same kind of pain he felt now—being despised by your own