Amor Words Novels & Stories

“Hi, everyone… Uhm… I’m not prepared for this. It’s been so long since I last do this so, please bear with me.” Her fingers started strumming the chords. A few moments later, she started singing. “If there were no words, no way to speak, I would still hear you… If there were no tears, no way to feel inside, I’d still feel for you… And even if the sun refused to shine, even if romance ran out of rhyme… You would still have my heart until the end of time… You’re all I need, my love… my valentine….”

“I know my dear that you have a low opinion of me but I am not like that; I know I screwed up in the worst way 16 years ago and believe it or not, there isn't a single day in my life that I don't regret it. I'm so ashamed of myself and know that's one of the reasons why I don't even dare to show myself in front of Emma… but one thing is certain, even if you don't believe me, I love you with everything sweetheart, I adore you sweetie and I will do anything for you if it means giving my life” Jeanne lowered her eyes, refusing to listen to her mother pouring out her heart in this way. She had no right to say such things. So what did she like about them? Doesn't she think it's sassy enough

She drew her body away from him a little. "I'm not lying," Aaron said while chuckling. "Don't you know what Mi Amor mean? It means my love. They're setting the table for private dining like this on purpose because most rich guys would propose their loved one here and then making out with their partners after that," Aaron said more, yet she still looked unconvinced. "Kat, come here. Why are you sitting that far? Donna won't believe it that we're a couple if you sit that far from me," Aaron said while beckoning her to come closer.

He inhaled with too much weight and he felt dizzy from the smell of alcohol on Theon's breath. "I waited this long to happen, wifey." He seems to be true to hcharcoal word it mentions. It was like needles that had pierced her heart and she couldn't stop crying. It hurts! “E-each night I’m hopelessly praying that maybe ... Maybe you could see me more than just a husband, that you love me too, that you also see my value. Because I, s-I love you so much Amara, ”his voice growled and there was no denying that it hurt so much.

Amour said and Amour furrowed her brows. "Rexton, why does it seem like I've once heard that name before" She thought and just Shrugged it off then resumed gushing on the puppy. "You're too cute!! I'll name you Love.. Love means Amour in French so we're both having same names!" Amour smiled. "Thanks once more Rexton" Amour smiled. "It's nothing, you can always meet me if you need anything" Rexton smiled. Amour found it a little bit weird but she just smiled and nodded.

If I focus on anything they’re saying, I… I can’t. I can’t. My head feels light. I swallow the rest of the liver whole and go for the neck. The feel of bones crunching beneath my teeth helps chase away my thoughts. Leaving Amora was the right choice, Kian snaps. End of story. Amora. Amora. A name with Latin origins, commonly used in Spanish and French cultures. Meaning: love. Wolves like us will never understand love. Shadows like us will never understand it. I rip the rabbit’s neck out and chew through the tendons and bones.

April said, then turned to face Amor, keeping her gaze pinned to her. "You sure" he murmured leaning down and kissing her on the side of her lips. "Yes babe" she replied smiling and he kissed her hand before walking toward the car, and not even glancing at Amor. Amor crossed her arms, frowning. "You have him wrapped around your little fingers, don't you? You must be proud of yourself" April sighed walking closer to her

Aamon growled as he threw me on the bed, tearing off my clothes before entering me. It didn’t surprise me that my ex was rock-hard and ready again so soon. Aamon had always been a passionate lover with immense stamina. He repeated the words like a sacred mantra: "You're mine. You've always been mine. I love you, Grace, my Love." With each declaration, he marked my body as his own until we lay together, spent and overwhelmed by the emotions we had denied for far too long. I drifted off to sleep with Aamon stroking my hair, whispering, “Mój, zawsze byłeś mój. Kocham Cię Grace, moja Miłość,” yet again.

(Amor meus, is Latin for my love) Lucian's POV "Amor meus, Do you see this? Our little baby girl is all grown up!" My love said as he turned his face to look at me. I could see the tears streaming down his face as he looked at me. I felt my own face wet with tears as I looked at him. I slowly approached, afraid he might disappear again if I move too fast. But I desperately wanted to see him, to touch him, to talk to him. To see if it's really him.

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.