Amourshipping Stories Novels & Stories

"I've been awake for six hours now, so I've had time to figure some things out. We're on a private jet, been in the air for about eight hours based on the fuel stops. Heading southeast, judging by the sun position when they loaded us." "Southeast where?" The voice came from another woman, younger, with a crisp British accent. "I'm Camille Morrison. My family owns Morrison Shipping, for whatever that's worth now." "Australia, most likely." Velmora's voice went grim. "That's where most of these operations end up. Remote, easy to control the borders, and plenty of wealthy clients who pay premium prices for educated women."

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, members of the press and media. D’Heart Incorporated, previously known as “Cross-C Shipping” has come a long way from where it all began, under the impeccable guidance of our CEO, Mr Andrew King, and the distant watchful eye of the infamous Mr Ivan D’Heart himself, we have conquered the world of international shipping, going as far as to own our own shipping yard in various countries. Our line of business is quickly evolving, the world is becoming more and more accessible as the days pass and the demand for products across the world is greater than ever.” Sandra announced.

Alexa’s POV Sharon has us in his beautiful white cruise ship. I thought he would never use this because of time, but I am glad he did. He told me it will take three hours to go to the island, which is plenty of time to see enough. There are twenty-one stories on this ship, and while from the outside you would believe it was the most exquisite thing you had ever seen, the inside would let you know you had not seen anything yet.

"No, why would you even think that?" Amelia sighs in relief. "I had a feeling it wasn't true." My confusion is growing. "Wait, what are you talking about?" She explains, "There's a report in the maritime news about a member of an operations team in a shipping company mishandling a shipment. Your name was mentioned in connection to our company." My heart skips a beat. "Hold on, did something go wrong with a shipment when I was in charge?" Amelia tries to reassure me. "No, not as far as I know."

"Now, tell her too. I can't wait to see you both happy together. I mean... Perfectly happy" "I don't know about happiness, Angie. But I just know that I'll be the happiest person on the earth on that day when I, mom, and Amayra will be together, I'll find my Amelia and we'll have a happily ever after" "You want a life like that?", she frowned as I came to my senses. "Which is not possible now. It's just a wish that will remain a wish", I smiled at her as she stared at me. "Now, you must do some homework about the next transport. There's a big shipment this Monday. My final chance grip the foundation again"

I chuckled. “I can’t help it,” Amelie stated. “I love my people.” “That’s why I love you,” I said, hugging her. “You have the biggest heart. Don’t ever change.” “I won’t,” Amelie said, smiling. We ended up spending the rest of the morning shopping and stopped to have a quick lunch before we headed off to go parasailing. Amelie was so excited, and I swear on the video I took while we were up there, she said “OH MY GOSH” a hundred times. She’s so fucking adorable that my heart hurts.

Doing anything, everything. By sunrise, I had sent fourteen proposals, not one reply. Story of my life. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. Seven-thirty. Wonderful. Another day. Another opportunity for disappointment. The design studio was unusually quiet that morning. Rain tapped softly against the windows. The gray sky matched my mood pertectly. I was halfway through reviewing floor plans when my phone buzzed. It was Chloe. I answered immediately. "If you're calling to tell me I've won the lottery, I love you."

Their love story became a legend, inspiring countless others to believe in the magic of love and to create their own ripples of happiness in the vast ocean of life. As the days turned into months, the foundation's impact continued to grow, reaching far and wide. Katara and Sean traveled to various places, personally engaging with the people they were helping. Their presence brought hope to those who had lost it, and their love story resonated with people from all walks of life. During one of their trips to a small rural village, they met a young girl named Amina. Amina had faced unimaginable hardships, losing her parents at a young age and struggling to make ends meet. Her dreams of going to

He gently placed his finger on her lips and whispered, "Don’t think about anything... Just think about yourself... Think about me... Think about us... Hm?" Her eyes welled with tears. After enduring months without kindness, the tenderness he showed overwhelmed her. He leaned in, pressing his lips against hers, sucking on them with intense passion. Their movements grew wild, making them stumble. Revilla's back hit the wall as Alex continued kissing her with raw fervor. Their kiss turned messy and unrestrained. His hands gripped her waist, drawing a shaky moan from her lips. Breaking away for a moment, he placed a deep, lingering kiss on her neck.

" I held my cheek and wiped away my tears. But immediately a new batch of tears replaced the previous ones that I wiped away. "I've sent Amia home because I'm worried that she might be harmed if there's trouble here. I've sent the letter through her to forward it to you as well. Please forgive me if I sent you a message in a letter because I'm considering your safety and our naughty and cute son, Foval. Amore, every time I think of you, tears are the first thing on my cheeks, tears caused by my desire to hold and kiss you every time I want."