Novel & Cerita Amouage Memoir Man

By Tamar writes (𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌) ••AURELIO'S SUITE•• Amour was busy sleeping peacefully as she snored softly. She extended her hand to the other side of bed and when she felt it empty, her eyes slowly opened.

"Mr.Bennet, it's good to see you once again. Congratulations on your wedding." Both men shook hands. "Your wife is as beautiful as the blooming of tulips and fair as the snow," the man complimented, dropping a light kiss on the back of her hand. "Thank you, Mr?" "Mr. Dubois," he supplied. "I'm the manager of this museum where beautiful fragrances originated. I've worked with your husband a couple of times as we supply his company with our perfumes, he added. Amy was astonished by the news. She didn't know Reynolds owned a perfume company. Her research had not shown that. There was a lot she needed to learn about her 'husband'. "The place seems to be empty of tourists and customers," Amy let

Amory pushes me to tell him she’s in a relationship, but Liam can give two shits and continues hitting on Meme, who is so airheaded she doesn’t even realize it! I watch as Amory wanders into the house, followed by Meme. “Mamá mira a Gabby”, (mom, watch Gabby) I tell her and when she sees where I’m looking, she mushes me to go after Amory. Amory had gone up to my bedroom and Meme had followed her in. I’m just outside the room when I hear Meme tell Amory that the room oddly smells like her. It does! Like a beautiful mix of my cologne and her body splash.

~ Amara ~ The boutique smelled of lilies and expensive floor wax. It was a scent that usually made me feel like I was intruding on someone else’s life. Today, it felt like a cage. Selene had practically dragged me here, her hand firm on my elbow as she guided me through the glass doors of 'L’Étoile'. She claimed it was for the Moore Family Foundation Gala, an event where my appearance was apparently a matter of national security.

"You have a scar on your left shoulder. From when you fell off your bike as a kid. You hate the taste of cilantro. You cry during sad commercials. You sing in the shower when you think no one's listening. Your favorite book is Pride and Prejudice. You've read it twelve times. You always cry at the same part. When Darcy—" "I said STOP!" She stood up suddenly. Stumbled. Kang's hand was there immediately. Steadying her. His champagne glass set down. Both hands on her now. Gentle. Protective. But his eyes—his eyes met mine over her shoulder. Victorious. Amused. Enjoying every second of this. "I don't know those things," Amara said. Voice breaking. "I don't remember them. And talking about them h

“I’m not really sure what my age matters.” “Any children?” Sephora smiled sweetly at Amelia. Children? These were awfully personal questions. “No, none,” Amelia stammered. “And past marriages?” Sephora slurped her soup like the questions were the most natural questions on the planet. “Um, just the one. But it’s over now.” “And your father is Magnus Moonstone, yes?” “Yes. But he…” “Do you play tennis, dear?”

Whenever he is near, she seems to be more aware of him and his scent, a combination of aftershave and maleness. “Mabel you don’t have to ask me, although we might have company, “ said Mansour conversationally as he also noticed Ami’s somewhat gloomy countenance. “I hope you do not mind.” “Of course” said Mabel before Mansour had finished talking so she did not hear the tail end of his speech.

"Hello beautiful, what is such a beautiful lady doing alone by this hour don't you know its dangerous?" "You mean dangerous for the both of us." Amani said in coquetting tone. The man laughed. Amani had scanned his appearance, and he oozed of wealth.. just by a mere look at him. She was thinking of different things she would do, if she got him, and how she would squeeze every last drop of his money from him. "Nothing sir, am just from a friend's party." "Come in let me drop you." "No thanks, i came with my own car actually."

No one understood how the popular guy could fall for the misfit, but he did, although I had rejected him the entire week, once we went home I never expected to arrive at school the next Monday with him waiting, a bouquet of red roses asking me to please give him one date, one chance. I said yes, the memories came back to me and I couldn't stop all the memories and feelings coming over me. On our first date, he took me to the botanical gardens, then we had some food and after that, he took me to a cute crystal store, he had put all the effort into that date a girl could wish for. I told him I'd have to move away eventually, the real reason I had rejected him the entire week.

When Winston saw Irene's attitude, he put on a pitiful, aggrieved expression and ran back into his room. He returned with an envelope in hand. "Here's 20,000 dollars. It's everything I've got. It's all yours! As for the remaining 5,000… Well, you can decide whether my life is worth that much!" Irene couldn't stand seeing Winston like that, and her heart softened immediately. "Winston, what are you doing? You can just pay it back slowly. There's no need to rush like this."