Amor Words Novels & Stories

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.

Odessa giggled as Creed picked up Amor. "I love it too. And you know, Amor means 'love' in French." Creed was too busy looking into his daughter's eyes to pay much attention. "French? What is French?" Odessa's head leaned back into the pillows, her one free hand stroking his thigh. "Another human language. So you have named our daughter, love." "It's perfect," he mused, falling back into the furs. They tucked both newborns in the middle of them, watching them sleep. "Our own perfect family." Creed and Odessa's eyes met as they were done staring at their daughters.

The girl replied. Amour nodded slowly, staring at the ceiling. "And you, who are you?" Amour turned to her. "I'm a cook here, I help out my grandma in cooking and serving the mobsters. My name is Coralyn but you can call me CoCo and you?" Coralyn smiled widely Amour looked at her waringly, not knowing if to trust her or not. "Amour" She replied "That means " Love" in French. Sounds cute" Coralyn smiled before standing up.

) 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 roll my eyes and try to snatch the bowl from him. "Cello," he utters, tasting the name on his tongue. "It's better than amor." "Yeah, what does that mean though?" I put a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth "Love," he smiles. "Huh?" "Amor meus is Latin for 'my love'," he explains. "Oh," I mouth, and heat creep up my face. He's been calling me that for a while now and only now do I know what it means. I think I like this name better than Cello.