Amour Triangulaire Novels & Stories

After that, he moved to call his girlfriend. But already twice called, his lover did not answer. For some reason, Xavier felt something was wrong. His girlfriend rarely contacted him after saying goodbye to him a month ago. He would order Noah to investigate tomorrow. Xavier's heartfelt uneasy. ** Sinokmput

Katie had made the right choice when she decided to head south on the interstate. An exit sign loomed ahead. “Amor,” she read aloud. “Is that the city we’re going to?” The boy nodded. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t call it a city. It’s pretty small.” “What does the name mean?” she asked, craning to see her first glimpse of the town as they traveled along the offramp. He made a left onto a small road lined with adobe-style homes. “Love.” * * * * *

Pascal answered with a grin. “You need to settle things. I’m tired of being thought of as the only child.” Dan complained. “She sets me up on blind dates, and to make it worse, she found a match that she can’t stop talking about.” He added. “Well, enjoy. I don’t plan on meeting with her until she accepts Charlotte.” Pascal replied with a trace of sadness and anger in his voice. Charlotte is Pascal’s girlfriend; they have been dating since high school, but because she was an orphan, and with a poor background compared to his betrothed, his mother refused to accept their relationship. Out of anger, she cut ties with him and anything that has to do with him. Without him in her life, Dan had bec

" She quickly took her phone from her bag and started searching for it. I stood waiting for her as she finds the contact when my gaze shifted to a man and a woman locked in a kiss across. Their reflection in the mirror was what I saw because they hid in a corner and didn't notice that one could see them through the mirror facing them. What surprised me was that the man's hair looked somewhat familiar. I didn't know when I left Loveth while she was still searching for the number on her phone. "Ma'am, Ma'am Kiana. Ma'am Kiana!" She yelled. I didn't want to answer her because I wanted to see who the guy was and who he was kissing. I couldn't bear the shouts again, as it has started causing peop

she uttered in a tired, husky voice. He kissed her and laid down beside her. He feels so exhausted. It seems that he ran a marathon for a long time because of what they did. "I love you so much, Shen," he said with all his heart as he played with a few strands of her hair. The woman was slightly stunned by what she heard. "My name is Astrid. Not Shen." "Shen... my Shen..." he didn't seem to hear anything as he kept saying that name. The woman tightly closed her eyes, and in annoyance he pushed her away. Then he fell on the bed.

Declan could smell her, hear her before he saw her. Amara. Amara. Foxy. Not caring about anything, he ran through the shoppers and tourist shoppers until his arms wrapped around her and he was hugging her to him as if no one else existed. Not Serenius, not Lucas, not the crowds. Just her. Just Amara. "I love you," he whispered, and, in French fashion, kissed her on the lips, hands and arms keeping her pressed against his chest.

"I was just thinking about something that made me smile" "Care to share your thoughts with me?".Ben asked as he relaxed and finally sat down next to her. "Sure".emma smirked."it's nothing serious.i was wondering if it's time to show myself to my once beloved friend". "Mirabell?".ben asked with confusion written on his face."I thought you hated her". "I hate her".emma corrected. "Yeah whatever". said Ben."so why do you want to meet her if you still hate her?". Ben would never understand the deal with his girlfriend and her once close friend as she used to say.

" Hence, they talked. Maurice informs me that the married love interest has the option to keep an eye on his significant other at their Landes home. However, for peace to prevail, he must remain with his family, and the wife may be dissatisfied with the affair. The isolated person's three sweethearts will be in Paris in the meantime. The wedded one's perfect partner returned consistently—no doubt, Vehemently, congeniality will have its obstructions. The conflict knows its pay. Yet expansive ones!" Precisely when they had taken out, promising to return very soon—to supper this time—and see all the "flawless apartments,"

“The choice is yours, Amara. Either you stay with me willingly, or I will hurt everyone connected to you. In the end, you’ll find yourself right here with me." Amara felt tears prick at her eyes, a burning sensation that stung with every blink. As they broke free from their confines, they trailed down her cheeks, hot and painful. “I always knew your love was selfish but I never thought you would reveal your true face so soon.” His grip on her faltered. “This is the reality of you, Killian. You can never love anyone truly, without demands or selfish motives. Love isn’t made for you.”

“Isn’t this our lovely Amara?” Amara frowned, pulling her arm away as he reached out to touch her. She was in no mood for his usual flirtations—especially not after what had just happened with Damon. “What do you want, Austin?” she grumbled, trying to keep her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. Austin inhaled deeply, his eyes darkening as his wolf stirred within him. “Damn, Amara, you have an intoxicating scent,” he grunted, his voice thick with desire. Amara took a step back, her frown deepening.