Amorie Meaning Novels & Stories

She rubbed her eyes and looked at me while my gaze wandered to the valley of her breast, subtly peeking out from my shirt. “Eyes up here!” As she snapped her fingers, my gaze immediately went back to her angelic, captivating face, a striking juxtaposition to her father’s battered, malevolent visage. Amorina means Little Love.” My thumb brushed over her lips. “I am not little,” she knitted her perfectly arched eyebrows, “and most definitely not your love!” ‘You are! You just don’t know yet. You can fucking deny all you want and run away from me or your feelings, but come hell or high water, I will claim you, Janet Corrigan!”

Beside her was Amora who nodded weakly now. “Yeah. I don't mind if it's a new name for me. But I feel uncomfortable because it seems like it belongs to someone else.” Amora bit her lip and looked at her cracked and dry feet as if she had just walked a long, barefoot road. Until now she has not found a single memory of her. "So, it bothers you that he used someone else's name for you?" Amora wasn't sure what to say. She didn't even understand her feelings: was she offended because Liam called her by someone else's name or was she offended because he remembered other women more when he was with her?

Amora asked as she came out of the bathroom and headed towards the closet to select clothes to wear, "No but she's angry with me," She said as she looked over her teddy bear, "Friend, can I call you anytime I want?" "I told you to always call me anytime you want," "But you never got to tell me your name," "Amora, my name is Amora Francesco but you can call me Amora," she said while Tina fell silent immediately, "Why are you silent?" "You're Amora Francesco?" She asked as she jumped down from her bed and headed towards her laptop, she logged in and searched the name,

But the funny thing is, I don't even understand what mate is. Amora had told me not to ever make mention of the word again because it was a bad word. How bad was it? I have tried to ask my wolf to at least explain to me what it was, but he was not giving me any better description either. I have tried to initiate some conversations with Amora, but she will often push me away. Just yesterday, she told me never to come close to her side of the house, which I completely understood. I couldn't argue with that so I had to obey her decisions.

Amorfia immediately laughed as if she heard a joke. “Me? Having a relationship with him? He was not even that interested in me, how could I be in a relationship with him” Amorfia pursed her lips with a smile, dismissing her friend's words. Amara sneered, still not at ease at all, but seeing Amorfia dismissing her from continuing such a topic, she wisely shut her mouth. As Amorfia crouched down as she brought her two pups up, circling them to her arms, she slowly said, “It’s the day the moon goddess will blessed me”

He cracked the door open and—wham—lavender just washed over him, silky and smooth, then roses, all sticky-sweet like honey, and, yeah, that one scent he seriously hadn’t missed. “Your Highness,” Amora breathed, her eyes dropping in that way that felt way too rehearsed to be real. Her gown clung to her waist like it was in love, and her hair—wild, pinned up, a mess of sparks and fire—looked like she’d just tumbled out of a storybook. Honestly, she was straight out of some twisted fairytale, if those even came with that much attitude. Alaric’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What do you want?”

“It’s called the Estrella del Mar. I want to see you, mi amor.” I couldn’t resist that purring voice. “Give me fifteen minutes,” I said.

Looking closer at the man in the picture, I saw he did resemble my mother. "Is this your Dad?" I turned the phone to show Amory as the elevator stopped. "Yes. My Dad is an Omega. Luckily for him, he married a Delta wolf, which is why I wasn't as unfortunate as you and your late parents," Amory said, snatching her phone back. Her hostility was back, and I'd almost forgotten she didn't like me. "Why did you dislike me so much? What did I do to offend you? We're even sisters?" I asked, trying not to choke on sobs, as the elevator doors opened.

Then came the moon goddess and Roxy and hell even Damien. Now I don’t know if I should add another entry in the Miss beauty contest. Amara. I mean who named these people? Ravenna, Amara, Diana? They sound like fucking aristocrats and I am just a lowly humble peasant. Amara just hugged Damien. Although I don’t know if I could call it a hug or not, she and him were embracing each other for another long minute. It didn’t take me long enough to know what Amara meant to Damien. Amara pulled away from him and looked at his face, then her surroundings.

A lot is happening today, and there is no way I won't see Slade or the daggering stares of his mother. “You have to stay with Tara, Amora,” I said to my supposed new daughter. She is another way I have avoided Slade. Being with her most of the time has been of joy, and gladness. Now I know why my mother didn't want me out of her sight most times. Amora is my light in the darkness. She might not be my real daughter, but hearing her call me mother makes it real. “I want to be with you, Mama. To see the princess,” she pouted.