Novel & Cerita Amour Véritable

“You don’t have to be strong right now. Just breathe.” The close confines of the closet, the weight of our shared tragedy, the quiet rhythm of our breathing—it compressed the world down to just the two of us, two strangers who understood the same kind of shattering loss. He slowly turned his head toward me, his eyes searching my face, clinging to the only point of raw human empathy he’d found since he heard the news. And then, out of pure,, uncontrolled grief, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. His kiss was not desire, it was a desperate, primal need for connection, a reckless grab at life, at warmth, at anything that wasn't death. And in a moment of utter emotional surrender, o

"What do you do when you experience passionate feelings at that point, Suzette?" "Mon ami, I quickly go for a fortnight to the ocean—one is lost on the off chance that one becomes hopelessly enamored in the metier—the man stomps on then, at that point, — stomps on and sneaks off—for everything great one must never feel." "Yet, you have a good nature, Suzette; do you feel for me?" "Hein?" she asked, pointing to all of her tiny white teeth. "Thou? —Thou art very rich, mon chou." Ladies will continuously

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.

said Jeté and Amour nodded. “I hope so too.” “I will always pray for you!” said Jeté again. “Thank you, then I'll go home, okay. See you, Jeté" Amour said, waving his hand “See you, Amour." said Jeté returning a wave of the hand from Amour, or perhaps his new friend?

___victor is treacherous Nicolas please be careful He looked at me for a long time, studying me. ___ do you really care Amy? ___ I wish I didn't care Nicolas but I care more than I should, I can't even imagine anything bad happening to you. He gently caressed my cheek saying: ___I am happy to hear this Amy because I adore you, I would climb up to the sky and steal the moon for you if you asked me to I hugged that man full of complex flaws but that I loved regardless of everything.. I lifted my head from his chest and just stared at him as he returned the warm and passionate gaze.

she said placidly. Damon was stung. He looked down and started to weep, "I just want you to know I regret what I did, okay? I know I'd done a lot of wrong, so I'm atoning. I just don't want to lose you anymore!" "So? What are you trying to prove by letting yourself go like this? That this is what your love could make you do? That you're so uncontrollably remorseful now?" He looked up at her gaze with pain in his eyes. "I just want you to know that it's not like I don't care about you!" he said hoarsely, determined. "In fact, the one I treasure the most is you."

His hand gently brushes my hair from my face, his thumb running over my bottom lip God. I close my eyes to block him out. This fucking guy is ridiculous. “Regarde moi,” he whispers. Translation: Look at me. I force my eyes to open and drag them up to meet his. “Vous êtes la plus belle femme putain j'ai jamais été avec,” he whispers softly. Translation: You are the most beautiful fucking woman I have ever been with. He drops his body to mine, and his lips dust mine with reverence. We kiss for an extended time, as if forgetting that he’s still inside mine. An intimacy that is as beautiful as it is petrifying. Slow, gentle, and tender.

The girl replied. Amour nodded slowly, staring at the ceiling. "And you, who are you?" Amour turned to her. "I'm a cook here, I help out my grandma in cooking and serving the mobsters. My name is Coralyn but you can call me CoCo and you?" Coralyn smiled widely Amour looked at her waringly, not knowing if to trust her or not. "Amour" She replied "That means " Love" in French. Sounds cute" Coralyn smiled before standing up.

"You always said happiness doesn't need to be displayed. Since you never take photos with me, I figured there was no point in keeping it as my wallpaper." He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. "Love is something you carry in your heart. As long as we know, that's what matters." A cold smile curled my lips. "But if you never say it, how can anyone be sure who you love?" My words seemed to catch him off guard. He tilted his head, watching me closely. "Honey, you're talking strangely today," he said. I laughed softly. "It's nothing. You should get going. Don't you have an important meeting today?"