Amours Secrets Novels & Stories

The two of them exchanged glances, as if they didn’t believe a single word that came out of my mouth. Yes, of course they wouldn’t believe me. Because throughout my life as Amora, I had never hidden even the smallest secret from David after we got married. I’ve always told him everything. The same goes for Lidia, whom I’ve always considered my own sister. I’ve never kept any secrets from her, and everyone knows I have no other close friends besides the woman standing right in front of me. “Don’t lie! Amora has never had a friend who looks like you!” Lidia snapped, her words cutting like a knife.

Seeing her hesitation, Estelle teased, “You sure you don’t like him? I heard he’s incredibly handsome. You’re telling me your heart doesn’t race around him? You’re not sleeping in separate rooms, are you?” “W-What? Estelle! I told you, I don’t want to develop feelings for anyone,” Amora stammered, flustered. “But, it's not impossible that you won't fall in love again, Amora. Love always comes at unexpected times and to unexpected people too. Watch out for your own words,” Estelle said with a serious face. “Why are you being poetic? And cursing me, no less?” Amora grumbled. Estelle chuckled and decided to drop the teasing. “Oh, by the way, I have something you might find interesting.”

she looks so cute with her shyness. Why do my sexy beast looks so beautiful in this midnight today???? "Aiden stop....!!!!tsk tsk...."She whisper yelled at me. But I didn't stop because i can't. I want to feel the warmth of her lips and taste it. She closed her eyes and tried to turn back but i grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards me. **************** Lara's POV

Pain—sharp and inexplicable—tightened in Flora’s chest. Why did it hurt so much to hear that? How close were they really? Closer than him and his fiancée? Then why was he marrying someone else? And why did she care? Her thoughts scattered when a strong hand suddenly grabbed hers. “Come, Amor.” “Dixal?!” she gasped, quickly covering her mouth so the others wouldn’t hear. He pressed something behind the refrigerator. A hidden door slid open—and before she could react, he pulled her into the secret room.

“He’s head over heels with you. Don’t tell me you’re thinking about their Paris trip that he and that bitch get back together?” “I thought of that,” I admitted. “I thought you love and trust that hot lord?” Camila pointed out. “Of course, I do.” I rolled my eyes. “And he’s not a lord.” “To us, he is. That must be them.” Camila stood up when the door swung open. “Ugh!” I shut my eyes closed. I didn’t have to look at the door since my man would be impossible to be around. And they would be lip-locking with their husbands at this very moment.

Then what about the remaining secrets that Emily still doesn't know about until now? Ah, the devil cares! She should enjoy this relationship before starting to think things over. Damn, absolutely delicious! ***

Still crying, Amore let go of his arms and he immediately get away from her like he’s about to catch some disease from her touch. “So, that’s your technique? To seduce the man and kill him afterwards? Nice try, but that won’t work on me,” said the man and immediately left the room, leaving the dumbfounded Amore. Amore sit up on the bed as she wipes away the tears on her face. She looked at the window in the room she’s in, it’s already dark. So, she look for a wall clock on the room she’s in and she found that it’s already 9 pm.

Which was how I came to concluding that maybe I loved Paris and maybe she and I will work. I later noticed that Paris was a bit materialistic and that she'd never do something that wouldn't benefit her. I always wondered what Amora meant when she said her sister doesn't date but it was making sense everyday. It made much sense the last day I saw her. Whatever she wanted she went after it regardless of consequences. Once she set her mind on it, she would stop at nothing to get it..

I ordered, "I'll deal with your mistake." "She's hot though," the other man said, "I could use—" "That's enough." I shot him a glare, "just do what you've been told to do." "She's been down there for hours. You might as well feed her." A familiar voice spoke up making me sigh as I turned around, going face to face with Amelia Lance, a twenty-three year old woman who also happened to be one of my best Assassins. She wasn't bitchy and was quite nice.

I walked away from her desk and towards the frosted glass door that had the label, ‘CEO’, on it. I pushed the door open and walked into the space. It smelled like him, making my heart ache a bit. I hated that he was not answering my calls, and now that his secretary had told me about this mystery lady, my mind had started making up stories. What if he had not really gone to London for work? What if he had gone there to have a good time with this mystery woman? Was she prettier than me? Did she have an hourglass body shape? Was she perfect?