Anonymous Amor Book Novels & Stories

The book revolves around two people who live in Anaheim accidentally meet in a random club and fall in love after so many things. Thanks to the people who gave me their support by giving me gems and read my story and I want you guys to keep supporting me. Happy new year guys!!! Have a wonderful year ahead.

“Listen, we can talk. No one needs to get hurt. Let the boy go, and we’ll talk.” But Amy shook her head violently. “No! Do you think I’m stupid? You’re all going to back off, or he’s dead! You know what Eryx, you aren't so special. You should be grateful since I took fancy of you. But look at you... fucking homo...” Amy spat. "Just because of him, you refused me right... I will make him suffer," Amy tightened her grip making Alan whimper in pain. "Alan," Eryx shouted.

He needs to see her,, but all he sees is darkness. Jacky resembled a stray kitten. When he first saw the woman on the yacht sleeping while hugging her bag, he couldn't deny that her face was so innocent. Yes, he initially mistook her for a thief, but when he saw her face, which was pale and frail, he felt sorry for her. The girl was shy, and he sensed it. He also notices that it is always staring into his eyes, and he is frightened by it. Many people are enamored with his happy-go-lucky nature, but he is reluctant to say how he feels about his wife he adores. Stupid if stupid, but perhaps that's how he truly is when it comes to Amara, his wife.

"Uhm...is it wrong for me to say I'm fascinated with this world and the people living in it so I...I wish to stay?" Oh dear... I didn't see that coming. *** Author's Note: My supernatural romance book, Sanctum, is available for purchase on Amazon in ebook and paperback formats. Please support me by buying the paperback and leaving a review on Amazon and Goodreads. I would greatly appreciate it. xoxo JMFelic

"Nobody loves me like you all do." She couldn't help but regret keeping her marriage to Brandon a secret from the Lardners. If she had the chance to do it over, she'd never lie or hide things from the people who truly cared about her. Especially not for some heartless man who couldn't even be bothered to look her way. It wasn't worth it. "What's with the sudden sappiness? Of course, we love you most. You were the one who stubbornly refused to come to Fremoria back then, no matter how much we tried to convince you. Some jerk broke your heart, didn't he?" Julie teased.

He could be seen in his slouchy posture while slowly picked up all the papers on the ground. Loki almost shocked, and sweat, even had a tinge of guilt, whether she would help him or not. She sighed, and went to the man who picked up all the files. Loki apologized and helped him picked up all the papers while she immediately closed her eyes and apologized again for what happened but after she opened her eyes, and held one of the papers. Loki saw a few letters name of a man "N, A, and O". It is shown, Nao is a listed on the certificate who won a game infamous Dark PVP.

Evelyn said and Amber looked down. "I guess it's love, why don't you give the boy a chance, you are both 18 and Nathan is a good boy" Evelyn said and Amber handed her another tissue which she used to clean her lipstick. "At least, you can date a person who loves you and not a person you have never seen like in my case" She said with a sigh. "Sis, in my own case, I'm looking for a prince charming, who is so tall and has pink lips with sexy dimples like my Drake," Amber replied dreamingly making Evelyn remember the guy, who called himself anonymous.

The observation hung between them, raw and unspoken. Clarisse plucked a slim volume from the shelf—Sappho’s fragments, its cover worn soft by time. "My favorite," she said, tracing the spine with that finger. "She wrote about love in broken pieces. Like us." She didn’t look at Amara, but her words landed like stones in still water. Like us. Amara reached for a book on her own—Machiavelli’s The Prince, the Italian edition she’d read on the jet. Her fingers brushed the scar on her wrist as she opened it, the silver line catching the dim light.

Anna’s apartment was quiet except for the ticking clock and the soft patter of rain against the window. It was just past midnight, and she sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor in an old tank top and tiny cotton shorts. Twenty-three years old, working at the dusty bookstore downtown, and tired of her boring, safe little life. No boyfriend. No excitement. Just books and fantasies that made her blush when she read them alone at night. Tonight felt different. She had found the old leather book two days ago in the basement of the store, hidden behind broken shelves. No title. Just strange symbols on the cover and thick yellow pages filled with Latin. Something about it called to her. She brought