Anch'io Ti Amo Novels & Stories

I am going to carry the pregnancy with pride. “Let’s go say goodbye to Nonno and be on our way.” Andro told me when he was done parking everything. I took the hand he stretched out and smiled when he pulled me closer and kissed me. Yes, we can finally kiss without me throwing up. “I love you.” He whispered against my lips. “Ti amo, tesoro mio.” I said in Italian. His smile widened. “Ti amo con tutto il cuore.” I smiled at his words because I understood what he said. He said he loves me with his whole heart.

It was a kiss that soothed, warmed, and said, ‘I am with you even when distance demanded otherwise. “Ti amo,” Vincenzo whispered, pulling away against his will, as though each step away from her tore loose a piece of what he most wanted to keep close. “Anche io ti amo,” Vittoria replied, her voice trembling, holding back her tears with effort, trying not to make his departure even harder. “Come back soon, please.” After a goodbye he would have postponed indefinitely, Vincenzo left for Bristol Airport, carrying with him the weight of love and absence.

I hated how much I liked it. I quickly looked down at the necklace, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through me. Then I noticed tiny letters engraved on the back. Frowning, I turned it over. "Ti amo." I looked up immediately, "Raphael... You do realize what this says, right?" For a second, he just looked at me then the corner of his mouth curved upward, "It says 'I love you.'"

“I don’t want another life! I want this one! I want you in this life!” “Amore mio…” his voice was barely there now. “Stay with me!” I begged, my entire body shaking. “Look at me! Don’t close your eyes, Valentino! Don’t you dare close your eyes!” His fingers tightened weakly around mine. “I love you…” he whispered. “Ti amo (I love you),” I cried immediately. “Ti amo, ti amo, ti amo… please don’t leave me…” Behind me, I heard Dante’s voice, sharp and urgent as he rushed closer.

The kiss wasn’t hungry, rough, possessive—it was slow, deep, and full of love, so powerful that made my chest ache from it. Instantly, loud cheers erupted. Applause thundered around us while the church bells rang loudly overhead. Ricochet pulled me tightly against him exactly like he promised... like he truly never planned on letting me go again. “Thank you for making this happen,” I whispered against him, hugging him just as tightly. “I love you more than anything.” I felt his fingers press harder against the fabric of my dress. “You’re my world, Diana,” he murmured before kissing my forehead gently. “Always have been.” His lips brushed mine once more. “And I’ll love you more every single d

I hold her close to my chest, and a drop of tear wets my shirt. No, I can’t let her cry over someone like me. “Amber,” I whisper, “Kiss me.” She doesn't hesitate as she presses her lips against mine. I can taste her salty tears mixed with the sweetness of her lips. “Don’t leave me, Alessandro,” she whispers. “I’m sorry, I’ll miss you.” I plant a kiss on her forehead. She cries her eyes out until they turn red.

Was what filled my head The priest turned to me. "Amelie of Summersile park, do you take this man to be your mate and husband?" Dave bore a contemptuous look on his face when I turned. He was pissed with the whole thing but had no choice. Silence ensured as we exchanged stares. I shot Dave another look and his eyes became teary. Don't worry Dave. I came back to love you. But first, I must do this. "Amelie of the Summersile park, do you take this man—"

Erin’s voice broke through the hallway, trembling with desperation yet startlingly loud. “Ti amo! Ti amo tanto, per favore, sposami in futuro!” (I love you! I love you so much; please, marry me in the future! She was kneeling in front of him, her heart laid bare, while dozens of eyes turned toward her. A ripple of laughter moved through the crowd. To them, she looked ridiculous—an overdramatic girl humiliating herself in public.

His tongue tried to invade every inch of her mouth making sure he had this last chance of tasting her completely. After the painful yet blissful minutes of crying, kissing and embracing each other Ace pulled back attaching his forehead against hers. "Ti amo, mio ​​piccolo veleno." He whispered against her lips before finally putting her on her feet and didn't dare to look back at her as he jumped in his car and drove away fearing that his heart might betray him and he would definitely end up taking her back to his house even if she wouldn't want to go. (I love you, my little venom.)

He pulled me in to kiss me deeply-just to shut me up, I think. Still, I sighed into his mouth, heat washing to my toes. I went in for more, but he pulled back and skimmed his lips across mine. "Ti amo. Così tanto che non riesco a pensare quando sei lontano da me." (I love you. So much I can't think when you're away from me) Months ago, I didn't believe in suspicions. Yet so much had convinced me otherwise. Maybe I was wrong about happily ever afters too. Maybe they really did exist. Just not with a shining knight in armor, but with the villain.