Anonymous Amor Book Novels & Stories

“If you really loved me, you wouldn’t be out there fucking around.” The words hit Amy like a punch. She froze, her mind struggling to process what he had just said. How did he know? She had been careful, or so she thought. But Eryx had seen through her, and now the truth was out in the open. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Amy had never intended to be ignored by Eryx. When his indifference became too much to bear, she crossed the line, seeking attention in all the wrong places. And now, the consequences of her actions were impossible to ignore.

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

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.

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.

Amora whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she leaned down to press a soft kiss against Zach’s dark tuft of hair. Then, she turned her gaze to the second baby, her beautiful girl, Heidi. Heidi wasn't crying anymore. While her brother looked around with sharp curiosity, Heidi lay perfectly still, staring up at the wooden ceiling with wide, dark green eyes. When Amora slid her pinky finger near the blanket, Heidi’s tiny, fragile hand shot out and clamped around Amora's finger with a surprisingly tight, unbreakable grip.

Aria Vance never wanted a new family. After her mother marries a billionaire businessman Richard Hayes, eighteen-year-old Aria is forced to leave behind the life she knew and move into the enormous Hayes estate. But there is only one problem. Richard already has a son, Jaxon Hayes. And Jaxon immediately hates Aria. To him, Aria and her mother are outsiders who have invaded his home, his family, and potentially his inheritance. He makes Aria’s first year at Crestwood College miserable, constantly reminding her that she doesn't belong. But Aria has one secret, Blake Reed, Crestwood’s golden-boy hockey captain. She's admired him from afar for months but lacks the confidence to approach h

It now dawned on me why Angela insisted that I employ Sean. She made me believe that Sean was her cousin. Stupid me! I believed her without proper investigation. How could I have thought that she was lying to me? During our six years of marriage, Angela hasn't given me any reason to doubt her loyalty. That alone made it easier for me to believe that Sean was, indeed, her cousin. “Do you remember when some money went missing from the company's account? It was Angela who authorized the transfer. She warned me not to tell anyone,” Sean made another shocking revelation that swept me off my feet.

The past, with its heartbreaks and betrayals, had led them here—not as an ending, but as a beginning. For Amara, the irony wasn’t lost. She had spent her life writing love stories, creating endings she could only dream of experiencing. But this one—the one she was living now—needed no pen, no paper, no carefully constructed plot. It was imperfect, unplanned, and real. And maybe that made it better than anything she had ever written. Her heart, once guarded and cautious, now opened fully, embracing a truth she had only dared to imagine. Adrian’s hand in hers, the warmth of his body near her own, and the sincerity in his eyes told her everything she needed to know: love wasn’t just a story any

There was no room for love, it made one weak and the Mafia of Valentino Family are not weak. As the word love crossed my mind, my gaze fell on Isabella, She locked eyes with me and I smirked, she was beautiful. Maybe more beautiful than anyone but that was all she was ever going to be. I had no interest in falling for her considering what that word did to me. I dropped my gaze on her and locked eyes with my grandmother, Alicia, She must be proud of me for taking this step and would want for Isabella and I to come over for dinner after our honeymoon. If it wasn't for Alicia, I wouldn't be planning a trip with Issabella across the city as if we were hopelessly in love with each other. I know