Amourshipping Stories Novels & Stories

It was on very rare occasions you’d get to see someone like Amara be so relaxed. Well, food was a miracle worker. “Enjoying it?” Amara didn’t hesitate to nod. “Those people have earned themselves a lifetime customer.” She said after swallowing her current bite. “Do they do international shipping?” Elijah’s brows frowned at her question. He chuckled. “Why, wanna send it to someone?” “No, it’s for-“ She caught herself before she could say anymore. “Never mind.” She turned back to her food, choosing to end the conversation there.

The room was silent. Aurora’s skin was clear of the rash but still pale. Damien sat on the couch, watching her. Everyone had left the room to give him space. He bit his inner cheeks, watching her closely, trying to catch any slight movement she might make. While he kept staring, his phone began to ring. “Boss,” Simon’s worried voice sounded. “Our ship transporting goods to Australia was attacked. We lost a lot of goods and the team. I’m trying to—”

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Amber affectionately rubbed my shoulder, but the news and her touch did little to stop my jitters and frustration. She had then smiled and pulled me into a half-hug. “You know, it’s very rare to feel a connection like this. Bedtime stories I heard in my childhood told of wolves swimming across entire oceans, driven by the bond they shared with their mate, just to be able to look at each other. Finding a mate outside of your own pack is unusual enough, but for yours to transcend the prison of Hell itself is… well, you’re a bit of a miracle, Seraphine.” Amber had stayed with me all night. She distracted me with snacks and held me tight when I wanted to scratch my own eyeballs out. I never woul

seared scallops that melted on the tongue. “So Aurora,” he said, swirling his wine. “Heard you handled Vanessa at the boutique the other day. Girl’s got a mouth on her.” I smiled sweetly. “She does, but mouths are easy to shut when you know where the buttons are.” Sofia laughed, low and approving. Luca leaned in. “You’re not what I expected. Most girls who marry into this… they fold quick.” “Guess I’m not most girls.” I took a sip of wine, then dropped the hook. “Speaking of folding, how are things at the port? I heard there was some slowdown last month with those shipments from Marseille.”

“It’s called the Estrella del Mar. I want to see you, mi amor.” I couldn’t resist that purring voice. “Give me fifteen minutes,” I said.

I peck her lips before I head over and take the mic from Liam. “I know what I’m about to say may make no sense to those of you here who don’t know our story but on the day I met you, Amory, you were pregnant with our daughter and I loved you both even then”. Our guests laugh, even Amory! “So I’m heading back from Washington when I get a call about a job offer to guard a girl and her building. Easy money for a guy like me, right? Amory, I will thank God every day for the rest of my life that I answered the phone and took that job offer. From the moment your hazel eyes made contact with my gaze, I was in love with you. The Earth shifted on its axis, and I knew at that moment that I would move

she whispered then got up and rode the tricycle. She went back to the market and went shopping. Then she went through the things she bought at the department store and then delivered them to the tricycle on the shore. Amore rents a boat again because she will leave her yacht on the shore first so that when she leaves, his uncle will not notice her. The quantity she bought again we're too many. She went home happily. When she reached the shore, Liam was there waiting for her to arrive. "Oh, why are you here waiting for me? How's the cafeteria there, huh? Maybe no one buys because you're the one who cooks," Amore joked to Liam.

I am pretty sure that he isn't allowed to do that. Fine. Miss Robin said then started the lesson for the day and talked about the rest of our scores. I got a B, Micah certainly got an A even if the letter was abstract. **** Love letter. By Micah Vegas I don't want to worry about address. It is a fictional work anyway But I have to put something here, Because it is a letter after all, So I decided to write this. So read but don't criticize. When you love somebody, there are usually ways in which you know and if you are like me, you try to prevent it from happening.

That night, Amara cried not out of pain, but exhaustion. She’d seen him. He’d come. And yet, even in proximity, they were still miles apart. She wrote in her journal before bed: “We are proof that sometimes love doesn’t die it just gets lost in translation.” Miles away, Liam sat in silence, holding her exhibition brochure. On the back, her signature ‘Amara Esi’ curved like a heartbeat. He smiled, just a little. Then whispered into the night, “You were always worth the distance.” And though neither of them knew it, the storm that had circled them for years was beginning to break quietly, dangerously, beautifully