Amours Secrets Novels & Stories

"Relax, we're just pretending, remember?" He didn't reply, just watched me with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me, into the part of me that was starting to get lost in our performance. The cameras flashed, a strobe light of our perfect fairytale life. We were the "perfect couple," living a lie so grand it felt almost real. But behind the smiles and the designer clothes, we were two broken people with a secret that could destroy everything. Suddenly, a woman with a sleek blonde bob and a killer red dress approached. Her features were sharp and elegant, and I guessed she had some Western blood in her. She hugged Eavon tightly, her eyes sizing me up with an unnerving inten

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 still had a chance to continue their love for each other. “Amoux,” Leah couldn't believe that Amoux was too hard-headed. She wanted to tell him everything, but she was full of doubt that maybe Amoux was using her for his gain. She removed Amoux's hand, but Amoux put his hand back on her waist. She was shocked when Amoux placed his lips on her neck. He slowly sucked it, which made her moan slightly. “Do you want to spend a night with me, Master?” he seductively asked her. His lips went up, and he sucked and licked her ear, which made her groan more.

Her tone was not demanding, but pleading, an urgent request cloaked in gentleness. Clarisse’s fingers toyed with the stem of her glass. She did not answer at once. Her eyes drifted toward a vase of lilies perched on the counter near their table. The flowers leaned gracefully in their crystal home, their petals soft yet carrying the quiet arrogance of things too beautiful for this world. Clarisse stared at them as though searching their curved whiteness for courage. “There are,” she began slowly, “so many secrets, Amara.” Her voice was fragile, as if every word cost her something. “Secrets that breathe within the walls of our house, hiding in corners where the sun does not reach. Secrets that

Amour screamed, running after her ~~~ Amour opened her eyes looking, so confused. "Raven, who's Raven? I've never met someone called Raven before" Amour muttered. She touched her pounding heart, looking more confused. "Why I'm so scared and worried?" She asked herself So many questions we're running through her mind but got interrupted by the knocking of the door. "Who's that? CoCo?" She thought and went to open the door but her eyes widened when she saw a bearded man standing in front of her.

He tried not to chuckle but a little chuckle came out of his beautiful mouth. "Why did you..." "Nothing," he replied. The two walked upstairs following the roses on the floor. "That's Charlotte's room," he pointed to the room the rose led. "What are those voices?" Shelby asked. She heard moaning voices from the room. Aaron arched his brows with a confused expression. Why is he hearing voices from his girlfriend's room?? Again, men voices. He took a right turn to open the door with a powerful force. The image in front of them, shook them both. It was like a building collapsed on both of their heads.

"Well, I can do nothing about it anyway. You're already of age, and you also have your own preferences, beliefs, and businesses to deal with, and me, I'm just your maid." "Can you stop saying that? You know that I'm not treating you as a servant. You're my sister, and you can do everything around the mansion. But as with you, I also have some secrets, and we both need privacy." "You're so clever. Can you tell me one of your secrets?" Amara chuckled when saying the word "secrets," and I sensed what she meant. "Do you have a boyfriend?" The word totally came out of her lips. "You're overthinking it." I replied, "I don't have a boyfriend. You'll even coerce me to tell you. Maybe a crush, I have

And for someone like me, a man leading a double life, if something is too good and then it’s the worst thing waiting to happen. Proving me right I received an email directly from the source. The little nerdy girl wasn’t as nerdy, boring and submissive as she pretended to be. There’s a wide world of fantasies she’s hiding inside that head of hers which includes, in her words, ‘her sexy-arsehole-overbearing-know-it-all-Boss’. And that’s me. But this isn’t it. I have only uncovered half of what she’s hiding. There’s more lot to my little secretive secretary. And our worlds might not be as different as she thought. Because she came running right through the door she wanted to exit.

Squeezing my breasts, Phil rubbed my hard nipples with his thumbs making my climax come faster. "...oh...yes...yes..." I screamed as I began to ride him harder and faster. "...Amie..." Phil screamed as we both reached our climax. Laying on his chest, we were both panting uncontrollably. Rolling us over, Phil kept his penis inside my vagina and we spent the first day of our honeymoon having sweet, passionate, lust filled sex.

I headed for the door. “I’m going to share another secret with you even though you don’t care to know.” She stood up as well. “I, Susan DaVinci always get what I want.” She stopped right in front of me. “And I want you, Xavier. Fixing me up on a meeting with your wife isn’t going to change the fact that we will again, after all, I came from France to New York just for you.” She smiled widely again with her teeth. “Don’t worry, I lose interest easily, but that only happens when I’ve gotten what I want from you.” She clicked her teeth “et Je te veux dans mon lit.” (and I want you in my bed)