Anonymous Amor Book Novels & Stories

“We aren’t connected anymore.” Something about the flippant tone of her voice sets off my anger. I stand, my voice sharp in the silent room. “We are connected. Maybe now more than ever.” Amora stops by the bathroom door, her fingers wrapping around the doorframe as she turns back to roll her eyes at me. “Oh, yeah? How do you figure that? There’s no more mate bond. You made sure of that yourself. Now you’re just a bunch of assholes whose drama I keep getting caught up in.”

I will also be happy if we greet each other in the comments column. For this story, Amara is the main character. A woman who has no friends other than her younger sister Deliana. Amara grew up without a mother's affection, even though she received abundant love from her father. Why does the mother hate her? Why is Amara a lonely person? Of course, you have to read this book to know the answer, right?.

Not very many men were tall and lanky with wavy auburn hair like Hawk’s friend, Gabe. A breath caught in her throat. Could he be that same man? She glanced back at the sign in bold black letters—Thorne Shipping. Could Gabe work here? What were the odds Hawk did, too? In fact, could Hawk be Mr. Thorne himself? She grasped the doorknob and turned, but found it locked. Scowling, she realized her questions wouldn’t be answered today. Too bad, since she needed something to take her mind off the pain of betrayal slicing through her heart from her husband’s continued affair with Mrs. Westland.

Anthony does the same in the adjoining room. When we’re done, we gravitate to the living room. I curl up on one end of the plush leather sofa while Anthony builds a fire, the crackling flames casting a warm glow over the space. Anthony sits beside me, pulling out a book to read and passing one to me. “The Don’s Unexpected Baby by Amber Row.” How fitting I thought. I lie down, my feet on his lap, getting cozy.“This is nice,” I say softly. “Mmm.” Anthony mutters, turning a page.

"No one important, just a lazy womanizer, he recently bought two estates but instead of running them properly, he's always out partying and now we, the employees are doing the heavy workload, I sincerely hope he won't tell me to be his personal secretary, I might go crazy" Sophia felt she made the wrong decision applying for a job at the Elrod's estate. Jake Elrod is certainly not someone to write home about. They did the rest of the dishes in silence, afterwards they arranged the kids' bath and their beds till they fell asleep. Amber went up to her room and had her bath. Her mind was still filled with what Sophia told her. Xavier. She would love to know more about him. She couldn't sleep so

Jack pov. Jack was very happy to see Aman. They are on their way to pick Noah. He doesn't know why but he is happy to see Noah too. Maybe because he is his mate. We picked Noah up from his place now we are driving towards frost mention. I am tensed a bit about that. Because I know our impression are not very good . Aman's mom is not in favour of us because we hurt Aman . But I know she will not treat us to badly. But I am still nervous . May be Aman sensed my nervousness he said ,"don't worry . everything is ok". These words really relaxed me . I was able to let go bit of nervousness . I just hope everything goes well . In frost mansion

Damon said with a warm smile. Amber leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. "Thank you so much, babe." Damon felt like his heart was going to burst from his chest, but he managed to hold himself down with a laugh. "Don't thank me yet," he said and picked another item, handling it to her. It was a book wrapped in a soft leather. Amber blinked as tears filled her eyes. It was a photo album. "Go on, babe," he murmured. "Open it."

“Is there a reason you’re talking to me, or are you just bored of hearing your own voice?” Camille chuckled, amused by the jab. “Oh, I’m just being… helpful. You should know men like Damien don’t do forever. They play, they get bored, they move on. Especially when they weren’t the ones who started the game.” Serena frowned. “What game?”

“Once upon a time, yes. I would’ve needed answers. Now? I just hope he’s found his peace too.” And she meant it. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the world move outside. Later that evening, after Yara left, Amara walked home instead of taking a cab. The sky was a soft purple, the kind that promised rain but held it back patient, gentle. She passed a small bookstore, its window glowing with warm light. Inside, her book sat displayed beside titles she’d grown up reading. Seeing her name there didn’t spark pride this time it sparked calm. Because her story wasn’t about fame or forgiveness. It was about truth.