Amorie Meaning 소설 & 이야기

Ariana and Vick didn't stop telling stories and joking together until they didn't realize that Amour was on the bus next to her car, with the window open at the red light. *** Amour entered the orphanage, the place where he grew up without both parents. Smiling sweetly at how cheerful the children there are. “Excuse me, Mrs. Yanti,” Amour said. “Uh, Amour, have you been dating, how was it just now? Passed the selection, right, Mòr?” asked Mrs. Yanti. Amour nodded quickly with his happy smile. “Yes, ma'am, I've received it. Tomorrow, we will start working from school until the end of the 10s,” said Amour.

She said “oh, I see and when is that" Todd asked “tomorrow” Amber said before she realise what had happened, she raised her right brow slightly and asked “Wait, why are you so interested in my call and hanging out with Jake" “nothing, Just curiosity” “What’s curosity” Carrie asked, she had been looking from one adult to the other trying to understand what they were saying. Amber bent to Carries level and said “Curiosity is a desire to know or learn of something" “Okay" Carrie said sweetly and they kept walking.

Amelia replied politely. "Why so formal? You can just call me mom! Or mother. You're going to be my daughter soon, anyway" Morana said as she smiles at Amelia. Amelia's mouth slightly gaped for a second before she smiled widely at the feeling of being accepted by Damian's mother. "Yes, mother," she said shyly while feeling a slight head from her cheeks. The three parents stared at Amelia whose cheeks turned pink. It was obvious that she was feeling shy to say the 'mother' and they all adored her for that. They smile lovingly at Amelia as she tries to calm herself by drinking tea.

Even she was surprised when a middle-aged woman with red hair arrived, almost the same color as her hair but darker. “Dazzle… are you really from the Dazzle family?” asked the middle-aged woman named Amora. Amora is famous as a witch on the coast. She can cure various diseases. Amora's name is famous in various parts of the world, some even try to target her as a slave. The witches in this day and age are being hunted, they are feared will bring disaster. “Yes, that's right, Dazzle is my surname. How did you know?”

Mom smiled. I reached the destination. The two towers stood firmly in front of my eyes as the name went from one building to another. “ENAMORE,” I whisper. What a beautiful name it is; yesterday, I searched for the meaning of Enamore. It means- To fill your heart with the feeling of love. Whoever kept this name must be the most romantic person. I stood there for a few moments as I appreciated this lovely brand’s architecture and representation. Today I am going to try my luck to get a job.

Her body glided to me effortlessly, her chest against mine, my arms around her waist, my gaze locked with her — that was the only reality I wanted to live in. I smiled, caressing her cheeks, “my amoris, my love, my Zeve. You wanted to know what amoris meant, right?” She nodded. The redness from her cheeks had reached her ears, painting her skin in a light shade of pink. “Amoris means love.” Her restless eyes fixated on mine. Tears lined her eyelids, and I knew she understood what that one word had meant all this time.

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.

And for just a baby to suffer such darkness, her heart bleeds for her. "Ahm...we are sorry for not knowing your name. But I can give you one. You like that?" she sadly mumbles without expecting a response. "Hmm... let's see. I am Amara and mom told me it means immortal in Sanskrit. So how about I name you, Amari?" after being thoughtful, she sweetly smiles while looking up at Luther. "Amari is a great name. It also means strength in Hebrew. She will love her name, pumpkin" Luther readily agrees and it immensely comforted her.

Amore said angrily. The girl just nodded her head with wide eyes. Amore slowly stood up and dusted herself off. She closed her eyes trying to calm herself by slowly breathing in and out. Amore opened her eyes and held her hand out toward the girl. “My name is Amore, what is your name?” The girl looked up at Amore, then at Amore's hand. She reached her hand out and took Amore's hand. Amore helped her to stand. “My name is Caity.”

He squeezed the sides of her waist and her heartbeat escalated to a new level as butterflies erupted in her stomach. Although she was the one initiating the kiss but the whole time he was in charge, not that she minded and she found herself getting lost in the kiss. The kiss was demanding but passionate. They pulled away for air, both were breathing hard. He rested his forehead on her, with a faint smile on his lips and the same goes for her too. "My Amore" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "What does that mean?" she asked like a curious kid. "It means "LOVE"" he replied with a smile.