Amour Aesthetics Novels & Stories

L'amour est un sentiment fort et grand qui loin d'avoir une définition connu de tous reste un mot de doctrine propre à chaque personne qui le vit. Il arrive à tout être humain importe le niveau de tomber amoureux de sa chair et de l'aimer d'un amour inconditionnel et sans limite. Nos parents sont le plus beau des cadeaux reçu du ciel mais il arrive que ces derniers pour mauvaise gestion de leur jeunesses nous causent des obstacles plus tard sans le vouloir La science est l' ensembles des travaux et des résultats des sciences connaissances exact universelle et vérifiable exprimée par les lois.

“Please, come back to me. Please, if you want me to kneel in front of you, I will do that; if you want me to jump on the cliff, I will do that too. I can do anything for you, for forgiveness.” Amoux sighed when he didn't get an answer from Leah, so he opened his eyes. He saw that Leah was still closing her eye; he even noticed that her mouth was slightly opened, and he heard a little snore. Amoux chuckled. He couldn't believe that Leah slept so fast that he didn't even notice. He stared at her face, and he saw how gorgeous Leah was. She is still the same girl that he saw with her parents. Amoux appreciated everything, and when he saw her long eyelashes.

All those below them follow them. "Agape, where are you from?" Amoroso asked the sister who had just arrived. Agape is wonderful. Its long and wavy hair is very light. Its skin is almost as white as snow and as smooth as porcelain. Her eyes were the color of amaranthine, her red lips, and her perfectly shaped face. The appearance of Amoroso and Agamemnon is not far off. All three of them have a beautiful uniqueness. "I just visited the fountain of youth. It won't last long and it will dry up." Agape responded.

"That's over there on the single couch, Amore. Serenity and I are crammed together." Amoranda glared at him. "Why didn't you move there, she's wearing that is made out of pearls, diamonds, gold, in the middle, on her forehead, there is a crescent moon that hangs, complementing her blonde with blue highlights hair. "Venustas," she uttered and everyone fell silent. Obviously dazzled at the sight of a Goddess. A Goddess that brought us together. And even I, who have seen her more than the times the Graces did, am still stunned by her beauty.

Liam immediately asked her. "Well, we will have some adventure," Amore said with a smile. She immediately arranged the bags she carried. "Wow, is it exciting? Maybe you have a different plan besides bathing, what it is?" he asked her a funny question. Liam looks so damn handsome when he's smiling but oh gash he's looking hotter when he's laughing. His charisma is thrilling and more especially when it's just topless and she can see his beautiful body. Maybe this is what took Amore's heart went oops when she once saw hen the man was topless.

As to why would a man like him find pleasure in spending his time with her when they're naturally meant to be each other's foe. Amon moved his body towering her and kissed Olivia's cheek wearing a very affectionate expression. Olivia knew for certain that he posessed a different kind of beauty she had never seen before, but seeing him in a broad daylight, with all the gentleness he's showing her despite the denegation of his nature and actions, he appeared to be farther breathtaking in whatever he does. She can still vivdly recall the sensation of his touch, the moist flesh of their lips that had been gently pressed against each other but eventually became greedy as time passed.

A man who wasn’t afraid to show her off? Well, fine. When the press began asking questions, I gave them my usual charm. The first was about the collaboration. “What inspired Eternity to finally partner with Amora? The aesthetics are so different—it’s a bold move.” I smiled. “We’ve always believed in reinvention. And Amora brought a kind of elegance that elevated what we do at Eternity. Sometimes contrast creates the most compelling work.” Florence’s words. Almost verbatim. She was always good at this—anticipating the tone, the angle, the follow-up. Her fingerprints were all over these responses.

Charles strode through what he had been told was downtown in the small town of Amor, though there weren’t any buildings that were more than a couple of stories tall. It was refreshing. They looked older, but were built in an old adobe fashion, and Charles found himself drawn into each one, wanting to explore what it held. He had arrived just that morning, but he already knew that he was going to enjoy his week here.

The strong scent of paint mixed with the masculine aroma of mint surrounding Azriel completely overwhelmed Isolde's senses. "Who is the idiot who dared to say that to you?" "Everyone mocks my body," Isolde whispered, her voice trembling as old pain and emotion suddenly resurfaced. Azriel fell silent for a moment. He lifted a hand stained with black paint and stopped a few centimeters from Isolde's cheek without actually touching her skin, as though measuring the beauty of the most precious subject he had ever painted. "They're just fools who don't know how to appreciate aesthetics. Your body lines... these full curves, they have volume, warmth, and real weight. To me, your figure is incredib

Claire moaned, her hips moving involuntarily against his hand. As she felt herself growing wet with desire, Aiden moved behind her, pressing his body against hers. He wrapped his arms around her, trapping her against his chest, and began to run his fingers through the wax, coating her skin with it. She could feel the heat of his body, the strength of his arms, and it all combined to make her feel so utterly and completely desired. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, “and I’m never letting you go.”