Amor Y Respeto Libro Novels & Stories

And again, she felt her eyes moist, her tears threatening to flow down. “I don’t care whatever kind of beast you are. My heart still shouts for your name and it will always be." She found the courage to speak. Her voice is raspy from the emotions building up in her chest. She will always love him. Her heart will always want him. She is suddenly enveloped by the warmth offered by the arms of her husband. He encased her in a hug. Callista let herself get lost in the peace his embrace gives, freeing out all the emotions jailed in her chest.

asked the Queen, calling the name of the head of the Guinevere family familiarly. "Heh, you ask what's so special about my wife?! She is better than you, not greedy like you, loyal to me, and loves me, and I dedicate myself to her entirely!! And you?!! You ask what's so special about her with you who betrayed the love I had, all the attention I gave you even to the point of being willing to go into a big war to get recognition so that she could propose to you from a big family, Cassia!!!" Benedict answered without hiding the hatred he had.

said Amar to Alicia. "Alright, then bro, don't look here, shame Alicia can't concentrate on the design," said Alicia. Amar instead leaned on his chin and stared intensely at Alicia, he liked Alicia who kept looking down embarrassed by it, since yesterday he visited Alicia's inn, at that time Amar knew that Alicia was a woman who really loved him, loved Amar never tired, always loyal to every second of waiting Amar's arrival, Alicia's prayer and his waiting answered, Amar is now in front of him even though he doesn't fully love Alicia, but Amar tries hard to meet Alice and repay Alicia's love, the most important thing is Amar's loyalty, love that will not break his heart.

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

Series Order: Book 1- Loathing Logan Book 2- Still In Love With You Book 3- Loving Your Imperfections Mia I looked at myself in the body-length mirror in our room and sighed. I wasn't much into dressing up completely, so I wore a plain white tank top with a short ruffled black skirt and my high-top black converse. I wasn't much into make-up because then I'd forget and rub my face or something, smearing it like crazy, so I wore only a bit of mascara, and that was it.

His fingers brushed my cheek, gentle, familiar already. “Lara,” he said softly. “Yes?” “There’s something I want you to understand.” His tone wasn’t heavy—just honest. “I’m not perfect. I won’t always know how to do this right.” I met his gaze, my chest warm. “Neither will I.” A small smile tugged at his lips. “As long as we talk… we’ll be fine.” I nodded. “We will.” He leaned in then—not rushed, not desperate. Just slow and certain. His lips met mine in a kiss that felt different from all the others. Not burning. Not frantic.

Giving me plenty of distance when I wish she wouldn't. We sit like that in silence for a while. Her laying on her stomach at the foot of my bed, me sitting against my headboard. Her brows draw closer together as she flips pages, clearly intrigued by the book she picked. It's one of the few romance novel type books that I have. It was an impulse buy based on the cover a few months ago, and I haven't gotten around to reading it yet. 20 minutes pass, and I have maybe turned 3 pages while Shea has become sucked into whatever she's reading, turning pages faster and faster.

For a moment, the room felt lighter, the sun warmer, the air itself infused with possibility. “Liam,” Amara whispered, almost to herself. She thought of his quiet endurance, the way he had never tried to coerce her, never tried to dictate her choices, simply loved her through everything. “Yes, child,” Mama Ifeoma said knowingly, as if she could read her thoughts. “If he is the one who respects you, who sees your spirit as precious, then you owe it to yourself to consider him. Love is not measured by approval or comfort; it is measured by truth. And you, Amara, have always been drawn to truth.”

Damien’s heartbeat was calm as he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on my own, and my own arms were wrapped around his neck as his were around my waist “I love you, Natalia, today, tomorrow, in a thousand years. I will always love you, and I don’t want you forgetting that, not for one second. Yes, the two of us are going to have a lot more arguments, some would be more heated than others. But that would never mean that we don’t love, respect, or appreciate one another. See, the two of us haven’t been touching one another for months now, we barely spoke, but there wasn’t a night that I woke up in that you weren’t curled up in my arms or as close as you can be to me while you slept. It didn’t mea

God gave him the woman he never imagined he could have. She looked at him while they were walking held each other’s hand. She never knew that she could feel so much love from this man. A man who makes her always feels secure and special. She noticed Rovi walks after she stepped two steps forward. She looked at him; she saw how his eyes look at her with admiration and full of respect. She saw her reflection on his eyes, she can see how he's eyes see her. That quiet conversation just by looking at each other’s eyes made them deeper in love in each other. A love that would never break by an accident, a love that never fade just by unremembered details, a love that never cut just by a person, a