Amor Verdadeiro Novels & Stories

It wasn't protecting it from destruction. It was protecting it from the Dreamer. Ama felt her breath catch. From me. The thought appeared naturally. As though it had always been there. The page continued. The answer is not evil. A pause. The answer is not dangerous. Another pause. The answer is true. Silence. Ama's heart pounded. Truth. Not power. Not destruction. Not corruption. Truth. The simplest thing in existence. And somehow the most difficult thing to preserve. The silver ink flowed again.

So dangerous, so beautiful so so. I never thought l could ever in my lifetime ask for something like that. But if l have to die this moment l should thake this only chance to take this opportunity. It is better to die this way than regretting when l am a spirit that l did not even date. For most when we are far in this century where love is no longer an achievement but something so normal for normal people. I felt his breath on my neck as it mingled with mine. Watching him look in my eyes with an expressionless face made me want to try it more. He is looking so damn hot. Ughh l wish we were in a club right now..

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

Her face has already turned hot due to she was blushing too much. They got to the car and Denzel didn't hesitate to open the door for Lena. "Thank you " She mumbled as she entered and so did Denzel. The car hit the road immediately. Lena took out her phone and search for the meaning of Mi Amorcito on g****e and seeing what it meant, she blushed again and stylishly glanced at Denzel. ( Mi Amorcito means 'my sweetheart or my little darling' in Spanish ). "He's so sweet! " Her inner self squeaked in excitement. Her mind wandered back to how he whispered the word to her ear and another squeak left her lips.

He pulled her closer to him and wrapped a duvet around them before falling asleep with his heart feeling contented not before muttering I Love you in her ears. "I love you too," she whispered back with her still closed. He smiled at her. This was the first time she said that she loves him. Laya wanted to tell these three magical words to him a long ago but never got a chance. But now she said. He was HER TRUE SOULMATE, whom she could trust with her whole heart. She slipped into a slumber listening to his heartbeats. ----------

" Obviously the saleswoman. "OKe. Let my future wife choose it." Answer Nosa while embracing Kaylila. Getting the treatment, makes Kaylila feel flattered. Then he chose a couple ring shaped like a bamboo carving, because it felt unique. Nosa agreed, then immediately made a payment to buy the couple's white gold ring. Nosa attached the ring to Kaylila's ring finger, which made her smile happily. "It's real but it's just a falsehood. I shouldn't expect too much on this relationship. You have to be self-conscious, Kay." Kaylila said it to her heart.

) Carlos continued, his voice bloomed with reminiscence and love. “Il vero amore?” (True love?) “Amore della mia vita.” (The love of my life.) He beamed back, placing his palm on his heart. “Ma lei non apparteneva al mio mondo.” (But she didn’t belong in my world.) He closed his eyes, his fist tightened against his chest. He was fighting his emotions, I could see the sadness that replaced his solemn happiness. “Il mio cuore si è spezzato quando ho sentito che era morta.” (My heart broke when I heard she died.)

As we slide into the backseat, I turn to him, my voice trembling with a desperate need for reassurance. “Is he real, Samuel?” Samuel meets my gaze in the rearview mirror, a rare smile softening his usually stoic features. “I was as shocked as you are, ma’am, but he is real.” Beside me, Stefano lifts my hand to his lips, pressing a reverent kiss to my fingers. “I am real, mi amore,” he affirms, his eyes shining with adoration. I say nothing, unable to tear my gaze from his beloved face as the car carries us away from the chaos. My grip on his hand never wavers a lifeline, tethering me to this new reality where the impossible has become beautifully, breathtakingly true.

She was vicious. He stared at the irrefutable evidence, the crisp clarity of the video shattering his illusions. "No," he whispered, as if denying it could make it untrue. "No, this can't be." He staggered back and called for his assistant. "Find someone. Have these videos and photos authenticated—right here, in front of me. And keep this between us," he ordered. Hours later, the verdict came in, cold and unrelenting: Authentic. Eric's eyes fell to the phone screen again. He pressed play, and Emily's voice oozed from the speaker, her words cruel and venomous, "You'll only ever be a substitute. Eric loves me, not you. How dare a mute like you stay by his side?"

He felt her whole body trembling. He started to whisper to her, his voice a low and gentle right next to her ear. “Shhh. Shhh, my beautiful wife. It’s over now. It’s gone. It was just a dream. None of it was real. Do you hear me? Look around you. Look where you are. We are in our safe place. We are here, on this beautiful island. And I am right here with you. I will not let anyone or anything touch you. Do you understand me, Amore? You are safe now.”