Amor Words Novels & Stories

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.

"Oh, honey, I'm not trying to take your place, or your mother's. I really like your father, and we're having a great time getting to know each other, that's all it is right now. No one said anything about marriage or anything, so you don't need to get worked up about that. Not now, let's jusst get to know each other, okay? I think that would really make your dad happy." For some reason, my words brought the anger back. In fact, Amora looked so angry, with her red face and clenched fists, that it made me worried for her. "You don't know what makes him happy," she spat. I lifted my hnds and sple spftly, hoping to calm her down. "You're right, lets just take a break, maybe go in the back and ha

Ryeleigh A loud voice coming from the screen quiets the room and asks us to stand. Amory Cruz in his ceremonial robe, looking regal and a true Alpha example of the perfect shifter. We are not raised thinking of the Amory like a god; however, in this situation, it feels as if he is. With equal parts fear and amazement, the crowd quiets to a soft purr.

Back to sipping wine. 🌷🌺❤️❤️❤️ They lock eyes across the table. Everything around them fades away. They are in a universe all their own. Lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. She can feel his desire, he hers. But it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled. With a sense of longing to escape forever into that universe around them.

Mais j'ai juste une questions pour vous. Tous le regardèrent sans vraiment comprendre ce qu'il voulait dire pour l'instant. Il reprit la parole Dites moi c'est quoi << l'AMOUR>> Chacun d'entre eux se regardaient et se demandaient pourquoi une question du genre. L'un d'eux prit la parole et dit. l'amour est un sentiment sans définition ni explication. Il donne la joie au coeur comme il peut faire saigner des cœurs.

he added "But I don't want to leave, I love you" Amira said looking at him directly in the eyes The gravity of her words drew his attention to her. Somehow his anger melted and he wanted to touch her 'What is it, woman ?' he taunted. 'You want me to kiss you? Is that it?"

Even I thought that could be the emotion existing within that man's chest, I realized it was not. It took me time to read but I later had it figured out. It's a look of pain. It's a look of regret, hurt, infliction, torment but yet admiration. You see why I'm confused? How could you feel two contrasting things towards someone at once? I understood love and hate because there's a very thin line between them. He's is regret and admiration. His admiration glowed anytime he saw her smile, whenever she adjusted her hair or each time she nearly choked out of laughter.

Life was good until she saw his naked, chiseled, sculpted body, and that marked the beginning of her endless wet dreams about her boss. Like that wasn’t bad enough, he walks in on her moaning his name. To help his very horny and single and beloved secretary, Isaiah went down on his knees and worshiped her and oh my my did she taste like heaven. With one taste of her and one taste of him, they found themselves wanting more and decided to be each other’s fuck buddy with no strings attached. How long will they fuck each other without catching feelings? Or are they already in love and too horny to see it?