Anonymous Amor Book Novels & Stories

"How to get a man of yours? Really? That's the title of the book you are reading while you parked your car on the wrong spot? He said, and everyone in the coffee shop laughed and whispered. Doloris was so embarrassed that she quickly took the book and hid it inside her handbag. She carried her handbag as she knew she could no longer come back to the coffee shop out of embarrassment. She walked out of the coffee shop like someone being chased. The stranger was right behind her. She hated him. Samantha thought she had seen someone who could be her soulmate or her lover, but clearly she was wrong. He was no gentleman at all! He was rude, he was uncultured and she hates him. He read the title of

Joy wasn’t home. She had been away on a work trip all week, managing her office at a beauty pageant company, and Anne had yet to meet her properly. Rumor had it she was talkative, friendly, and a little of a troublemaker, the type who could light up a room or turn it chaotic without meaning to. Anne felt a quiet relief. She could settle in at the apartment without anyone observing her every move.

Amnisty greeted them with a smile on her face making her cute chubby cheeks popped out. “Thank you,” Clandes replied cheerfully while Mauvais responded with a low voice. “Clandes.” All of them turned to Amavus who just went out of his room. He was bringing a book, My Journey Beyond My Imagination. The cover was removed. Clandes’ eyes widened and she came closer to him immediately to get the book but Amavus threw the book to the fireplace. “Honey!” Tina exclaimed, she didn’t know what was book all about.

Grey never greeted her as warmly as before. Amora had to explain to Grey that what happened last night didn't automatically make her Grey's lover. Amora would patiently wait for him. Approaching a grieving man had to be done slowly. Amora regretted approaching him with extreme methods and causing Grey to run away. But this time, when she moved to the same city as Grey, Amora would try to fix everything. She would extend her hand of friendship to Grey again, and this time, Amora intended to win Grey's heart slowly. She should have done it from the

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The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

It feels like something under my chest are about to explode. The surroundings are so blurry and the next thing I knew is my back hit something before darkness subside my consciousness. ### Amira's POV I excitedly scan my newly bought book from the bookstore lately. It's all about paranormal stories. It was so thick as it consists of different paranormal stories. Since I get so tired of reading cliche romance stories, I have tried out reading horror again since I'm fond of it as well. As soon as I opened the first page, it excites me after reading first sentence.

Bending my mouth down to her pussy and pushing her fingers aside, I say, "here, let me help you with that." "Help me with what?" asks Amber, a recently hired, red-haired, high school girl with teen sized tits and a dynamite little ass. Her question breaks me out of my reverie and I realize I've spoken out loud. "Uh...with those books," I say, pointing to the books in her arms and trying to recover quickly. "Here let me take some." I glance over at the enthralling woman still browsing the sexuality section. "Sure. Whatever," she says, handing me half her books but looking at me quizzically. "Are you okay?" she asks.

Amora’s eyes darted nervously, her mind racing but completely blank. Every word she had planned to say vanished in the shock of the moment. She had no idea how to respond to the question Regis had just asked her. Truthfully, Amora didn’t even fully understand her own feelings. She wasn’t sure if she had broken her own vow never to fall in love again—a promise she had kept for the past seven years, haunted by fear and pain from her past. Her previous experience had left a deep scar on her heart. Yet, after spending nearly a month growing close to Regis, she found herself feeling an unexpected sense of comfort—a sensation she never thought she’d experience again.

Her emotions tangled—joy, longing, and the old rage that still haunted her. She stepped out of the car and stood before the magnificent house. “Then, Mommy…” Amora inhaled deeply, her voice unsteady. “Starting today, everything will change.” Jessica turned to her, eyes filled with worry, unaware that behind Amora’s gaze lay a fierce determination—a vow to avenge the old wounds that had never truly healed. . In that spacious room, Amora lay down on the soft bed. The exhaustion after an entire day of activity pulled her swiftly into drowsiness. Her breathing grew steady, her eyes slowly closed, and at last, she drifted into sleep.