Novel & Cerita Amouage Memoir Man

Ameena moaned breathlessly, her voice hoarse and saturated with overwhelming emotion. Hearing that moan, the last thread of control in Damien's mind seemed to snap. The distinctive scent of jasmine, the fragrance that had haunted his dreams on countless poison-filled nights, now rose even more strongly from Ameena's body. The man no longer held himself back. With an utterly possessive movement, Damien moved downward, kissing her jaw, her slender neck, and the sensitive area beneath the neckline of the maid's uniform. The maid's uniform Ameena was wearing quickly lost its first few buttons, opening wide beneath the mafia king's powerful hands. Ameena's smooth, fair skin and full figure were c

I watched the video Lucas had sent me while leisurely sipping coffee. In the video, the banquet hall was a mess after the guests left. Calvin and Yvonne were locked in a heated argument. "Why didn't you tell me that Damian hadn't lost his memories, Yvonne? You said you had everything under your control!" Calvin cried hysterically. "How would I know he hadn't lost his memories?" Yvonne stormed up to Calvin, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him roughly. "What's the point of hashing things out now? "My reputation's ruined! The company's ruined! And it's all because of you! You and your stupidity and greed!"

Amnisty greeted them with a smile on her face making her cute chubby cheeks popped out. “Thank you,” Clandes replied cheerfully while Mauvais responded with a low voice. “Clandes.” All of them turned to Amavus who just went out of his room. He was bringing a book, My Journey Beyond My Imagination. The cover was removed. Clandes’ eyes widened and she came closer to him immediately to get the book but Amavus threw the book to the fireplace. “Honey!” Tina exclaimed, she didn’t know what was book all about.

Yellow alstroemeria and violets—a fresh, gentle combination. When she hears some movements, Amanda raises her head, only to be greeted by an unfamiliar man standing in the doorway, one hand resting on the door handle, still holding it open. The man is dressed in formal suits, as if he’s just returned from an evening out, with a pair of glasses perched on his nose. The lenses are thin, clearly only slightly corrective. He is a handsome devil. But he looks like generally good-natured and kind. He’s looking at Amanda with a gentle smile.

“Let me remind you how good we are when there’s no audience. No rules. Just my mouth on you and your body on mine until you forget every other name.” My breath hitched, just enough for him to notice. Then I stepped back out of his touch, cool and composed. “Tempting. But I have plans.” “The only plans you always have are the club, your little fashion job, or… shopping. Is that what you’re doing? Giving out old things so you can shop for new ones? Let me take care of that Mi Amour, I’ll give you one of my black cards” I sighed, already tired of his insistence “I’m not shopping, Armani, I have plans for the weekend. And I’m not gonna tell you about it, because it’s my business, okay?”

"But please don't blame yourself, I love it here. And there was someone who manipulated your memory, that's why you can't remember." Manipulated me? The night continued with Malia joining our table, officially announcing that she was my sister. They welcomed her with open arms. As we all got settled again in our seats, I finally saw Amaya. I saw her gorgeous face at a table placed at the very front with middle-aged business people and an appealing french looking guy beside her, who was surrounding Amaya with his right arm on her chair. She was wearing a dashing red gown that was a bit closer to Malia's but with a knot around her neck that makes it backless and a slit from the side showing of

“We haven’t seen each other for a long time, and now that we’ve encountered- you’re acting as if I’m a stranger.” Angelo’s anger suddenly depletes like a balloon- when the man declares that- he and Aimie know each other. Angelo immediately recalled the memories of Aimie that are stored- in the deepest part of his brain. As soon as he had opened the locked memories of Aimie, memories came pouring- in his mind. Angelo straight away organized- the memory- he received and compared the face of; the man from the memories of Aimie. It took Aimie a couple of minutes to be able; to react to; what the man had said. And as soon as he had finally found the identity- of the man- in front of him. Angelo c

At the other end, a deep male voice asked in a hoarse voice. "Reading in bed." Amelie lowered her head to look at the book in her hand, and casually said. "What kind of books?" The man asked curiously. Amelie flipped to the page of the book, and she read, "Pregnant woman." When Amelie finished reading, she felt regret. Why did she have to tell him to read this kind of book? Sure enough, the man on the other side smiled and asked with great interest, "Oh! Why read such books? Are you ready to ask me for a baby?”

“Standing here all alone?” She turned her head slowly, eyes landing on a man who couldn’t have been more than thirty-five. Tall, broad shoulders, with a chiseled jaw softened only by a charming smile. His tuxedo wasn’t as perfectly tailored as Montez’s, but he wore it well, confidence oozing with every subtle movement. “I prefer it that way,” Amira replied flatly, bringing her glass back to her lips. He chuckled softly. “Ah, a woman who enjoys her solitude. Or…” he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough to brush her ear, “a woman who enjoys watching instead of being watched?”

Why don't I have an exact feature about it? huh? The time the stone got inside of my body I saw the man's face and I think that there was a girl inside of my memory too. Maybe I could remember her if I could see her again as this man. After I saw it, I remembered that he came from my dream. ____________ Amadeus"