Amour Véritable Novels & Stories

I told them and turned to leave my face, feeling flushed. Once I got to my apartment, I leaned against the door sliding down and brought my knees up to my chest as I closed my eyes, thinking back to that night five year ago. Storm wrapped his arm around me tightly as I laid my head down on his broad shoulder. We softly swayed to the music both of our eyes closed as the slow song played. "I love you," Storm murmured in my ear, and I sighed and smiled, leaned back while staring into his eyes. "I love you," I said, and he leaned in softly pressed his lips to mines.

He wished to devour her, to claim her as his over and over again, ever so gently, ever so beastly. "You are beautiful, Mon Amour, I am so lucky." he breathed near her neck, planting small kisses all over it. He was determined to make love to her in the most wonderful way possible. He wanted her to remember him, for her body to get used to his. Clara was consumed by his touch. The two made love with pure and raw emotion. There was nothing else in their mind but each other. It was pure bliss, a raw, erotic sight to behold, and lord had known it was not going to end all too soon.

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She just could not tell her friend on their reunion after years that it was just a marriage out of a deal. “You mean love at first sight?” Natalie winced. “Well, it’s kinda like that.” “Believe me, honey. There’s no such thing. The first sight is lust. Second, an obsession if you haven’t got what you want. A third, perhaps we can call it a prelude to love.” She laughed at that. Natalie may have liked boys and was a little naughty all the time, but she had a deeper perception of love. Her friend does not believe in a whirlwind romance.

alors, quelle est votre pensée à votre véritable amour. ( Miss You are a perfect model and an engineer too as we all know about you. Paris is the city of love also...so what's your thought about your true love) She smiled and replied ''Eh bien, je n'ai pas encore trouvé mon vrai amour, mais chaque fois que je le rencontre ... mon cœur reconnaîtra ce sentiment. Je veux ressentir l'ombre la plus sombre de l'amour dont très peu d'expérience. ( well I didn't find my true love yet but whenever I'll meet him...my heart will recognize that feeling. I want to feel the darkest shade of love which very few experience).

Tener grabbed a throw pillow and chucked it at Pru before crossing his arms and pretending to pout. “What about Amorous?” Purity was watching the youngest brother, who was closer to her age, and she had found a kinship in playing video games together. He wouldn’t look at her, though. Instead, he kept staring at the ground like he was upset. He didn't look up when she asked about his coat color. “Amorous, the baby of our bunch, ironically, is like the oldest, but he is most unique. His is white, like Lasci’s, but under the moon, you can’t see him. It turns into midnight black. Amorous, like yourself, was cursed also.”

Damian took a slow, hesitant step forward, his gaze never wavering from her. His eyes were filled with a longing so intense it could have brought the stars to their knees. He reached out, his hand trembling as he brushed his fingertips against her cheek, his touch warm and achingly real, grounding her in a reality she was too afraid to believe. “It is I, mi amore,” he murmured, his voice a mixture of tenderness and apology, as if he knew the anguish he had left in his wake. “Spirit, soul, and body. I’m here… I’m really here.”

I knew, I knew she was getting the meaning of my words but the yearning self of hers wanted double surety of the verity of this fact. I was more than eager to provide her with that. With a small smile tugging on my lips I nodded once again. “You’re getting it right, Maa. Our dream has come true. Paradis d’Amour is ours now.” With that I gave her the confirmation she deserved; the happiness she deserved.