Amorío Novels & Stories

The restaurant he chose for dinner is in La Latina (one of Madrid's oldest neighborhoods, known for its medieval streets, t***s bars, and the Sunday El Rastro flea market — rastro means 'trail' or 'trace' in Spanish), a place that has been open since 1725 and lists this fact on its menu not as a boast but as a statement of intent. Sobrino de Botín (officially the world's oldest restaurant according to the Guinness Book of World Records, famous for its roasted suckling pig — cochinillo asado — and lamb — cordero — cooked in wood-burning ovens).

It would have been a frosty night if the sound of the ikoro had not beaten down the serenity and dethroned it from its place. Not even the people dancing around the fire could tell the maturity of the cold night. They had forgotten their wine calabash, for the first time in history. These men who love palm wine more than they loved their lives, had left their wine on the bench all because they were dancing. Unbelievable.

May mapaglarong ngisi sa labi nito. “Who?” Maang-maangan ko. Lalong lumawak ang ngisi ng lalaki. “At binigyan ka pa talaga ng gas?” Malakas itong humalakhak at nauna nang naglakad sa akin. Imbes na tahakin ang daan pabalik sa hotel ay sinundan ko ang lalaki. “My name is Amara. Kilala mo si Sancho?” The man shrugged. “Lahat naman dito sa isla kilala ang taong ‘yon.”

There relation is so sweet that they can not stay angry at each other even for a minute. {}

She said. Lucien laughed again while clapping his hands together, as if he was watching an interesting spectacle. "Moonwood. A city ruled by wolves ... Protected by witches ... And inhabited by many humans. Interesting ..." commented Lucien. The breeze hit their facial skin. Another figure came —joined in the midst of the easing of the tension. Leona breathed a sigh of relief when she knew the figure. Loui. The big brother. "Ah. Another Argent." muttered Lucien slightly bitterly. Lucien immediately looked away –avoiding Loui's intense gaze.

“Is that so?! Thank you for that big thing for me.” “Nothing, just pay me when the day comes.” “Thank you, I am Franco Reyes. You, what is your name?” “I am Amer Dominguez. Nice to meet you!” “Nice to meet you, too. Sit down first if we talk first.” Said Amer. “Thank you, so! Why are you here in San Remedios? “I don’t know. It’s like someone is pushing me here to send me.” “Really! Where are your parents?” Franco asked.

"So can I come with you. I mean can I see Amigo. I bet it's pretty cool." "Yeah, maybe some other day," she smiled. "It's pretty late already, the Sisters wouldn't quite appreciate coming home this late with a guy." "Sure, I understand," he replied. "Sisters? Nuns?" "Yeah. Amigo is run by Nuns." "Cool. I'm guessing that's Amigo," he said pointing to a the huge Amigo building. "Yes it is," she replied, her face lit up. "Wow, we've come so far."

It seemed faint but only a quarter of it was visible, no one could figure out whose shadow it was. Out of anger, Billy took over his phone and humphed, “As long as there’s an antique old house, it’ll be San Marcaome in your eyes. This is clearly San Mapeque.” “San Mapeque? Which area? How is it that I’ve not heard of this place before?” Charlie never knew that Billy had a soft spot or any sort of discovery for such places. “MillerVille of San Mapeque…” saying these four words lazily, Billy continued playing with his phone. Suddenly, the phone vibrated. He sat up, moved to one side, and continued playing.

Amaro stopped as he couldn't get any response from her. They stood in silence for a few seconds, Amaro broke the silence and said "Come, let's enjoy the view here." He led her to see the view of the whole city. Kashmir looked at the city while Amaro stood behind her. "Can I hug you, while we watch the city" Kashmir nodded, she needed his warmth as the cool breeze was already penetrating her skin. Amaro wraps his arms around her, his chin touching her head. Kashmir responded to his hug by holding his arms. She always finds comfort in the warmth of his embrace.

Moon Gods I love my pack. "Shh Alexa all will be fine," Brendon cooed rocking me back and forth like a child, "at least you now know your mate isn't a waffle." My tears now stopped leaving me with hiccups I look up to my cousin giving him a weak smile before whispering, "he is better. He is a waffle covered in syrup and smells like one too."