Amouage Memoir Man Novels & Stories

Amara fished in the bag, and fished out the macaroons and chucked it at Claire. "Agh, my boobies!" Claire made a face like a thumb, but her eyes glittered when she saw its contents. "Eeeee!" I had been so busy baking cookies I completely forgot about the macaroons. Some part of me felt useless and slightly bitter... Amara, fished something else out of the bag, Some fries... "Compensation." She put it in my hands. Seeing it only made me angrier. "You... traveled the whole damn world didn't you?" I grumbled.

I don’t remember anything…’ Amore’s restless thought. Amore gathered her strength and took a deep breath and started walking back, and there she saw Amadeus leaning on the room’s door like he was waiting for her to come out safely. And he saw her, he just looks at her from head to toe and went out of the room again. Leaving Amore, yet again, confused. ‘What was his deal? And I forgot to thank him…’ she said on her mind. *** AMADEUS shook his head as he looked back at what he did. ‘What was that?’ he thought.

the man added, though he didn't make any move toward her. The counter between the family room and kitchen still separated them, but his presence emanated an underlying animosity Amara felt to her bones. Shaking from the inside out, she curled her fingers tight around the receiver in her hand to keep her grounded. "D-D-Don," she stammered, surprised that her vocal cords worked. He lifted a blond eyebrow, looking immensely pleased at her recollection. "Oh, wow… You finally remember me. I was beginning to think that your ‘amnesia’, and Reece's influence on you, had permanently erased me from your memory."

"It's me, Amelie. I need your help immediately. Find and send a high-dose aphrodisiac to my hotel in New York tonight. Make sure it's odorless, colorless, and works quickly when mixed into a drink." A few seconds of silence came from the other end of the line before Amelie reinforced her request with a firm tone. "I don't care how you smuggle it in. I just need it in my hands before tomorrow night. As for the payment, I'll transfer three times your usual price." After ending the call without waiting for a response, Amelie smiled even wider as she looked at her reflection in the glass, her eyes gleaming with blind ambition. "This is the only way I can have Uncle Calvin's attention and complet

Ammie walked slowly along the quiet street, hands tucked lightly into her sleeves. For the first time in days… She wasn’t being watched. Or instructed. Or measured. Just… walking. Then— She stopped. A car had parked slightly ahead. And someone stepped out. Tall. Well-dressed. Calm presence. A man. He looked up—and their eyes met. For a moment, Ammie looked away first. Then looked back. Because he was… undeniably attractive. “Sorry,” the man said with a slight smile. “I think I’m lost.”

She was just about to look back down at her notebook when someone stopped beside her table. “Excuse me.” Amara glanced up. A man stood there holding a book in one hand and a coffee cup in the other. He looked about her age, maybe a little older, with curly brown hair and an easy, friendly expression. “Yes?” she said politely. He lifted the book slightly. “I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but I noticed you were reading the same author earlier.” Amara blinked. “Oh.” She looked down at the book beside her notebook. “You mean this?”

The man's palm fiercely grabbed her hand. "Ow," Lily shrieked, wincing at the sudden pain from the fierce grab. "No, I'll go to him myself―" she started but couldn't complete her words as the man behind her closed his palm over her mouth. Using his other hand to push out of the men's room

she told him. The man raised a brow. Slowly, a ghost of amusement is now written on his face. "What's your name, Miss?" he amusedly asks. Ramina licked her lower lip. "I'm Ramina Maxine. I'm here to apply for a job and I also need to talk to him," she casually said. "Anyway, what's your name?" she asked again. With a small smirk on his lips, he answered. "I'm Percy Bysshe Adrian Mattheios."

"I beg your pardon?" "He likes all of his cards open and on the table. Can't fathom why certain things need to be kept in the dark. I must confess that it is my fault for that. That I betrayed him a while ago and he can't seem to let it go." Amadeus confessed in a sing-song voice. I felt goosebumps trail up my arm. Felt the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. Our proximity wasn't close by any means but just being in this room with him felt enough to drive me mad with lust.

She sounded so sweet and Camila clutched her phone tight, gritting her teeth. “Oh, really? He must…” “Yes! I told you. He is busy. He said he was busy all this while, that's why he never called and now that he did, I'm so happy.” Amora giggled and Camila could imagine her jumping around the room, “You need to see the heels he bought for me, they're all Louis Vuitton products. Antonio is such a romantic!” “He's rich and he has to throw some cash.” Camila replied awkwardly, “Uh… I have to go. I will call you back later.”