Buenos Dias Amor Mio Novels & Stories

My face instantly brightened up as a wide smile appeared on my lips. I hurriedly swiped to answer it, pressing the phone to my ear. “Tesoro…,” His voice was deep but low. “Dio mio…" “ Leonardo…,” I breathed happily, feeling anticipation build up within me. "I miss you so damn much, Amore mio.” My chest tightened at the sheer vulnerability in his tone. God, I've missed him so much.

--- (Aurora) The next morning, I woke to the buzzing of my phone. Squinting against the morning sun, I glanced at the caller ID and saw Don Julio’s name glowing on the screen. A faint smile touched my lips as I answered. "La Bonita, how are you? I hope I didn’t wake you?" His voice was like a warm breeze. "Good morning, Godfather," I said, my voice still heavy with sleep. "No, you didn’t wake me. I was just heading to the balcony for my yoga session."

It was love… Her lips quivered beneath his, and her mouth tasted salty from her tears. “Damiano…” she murmured. “Don’t take Lawry away from me…” “Shh…” Damiano comforted her, his hands cupping her face, his lips leaving gentle kisses on her eyes, on her warm, flushed cheeks, on her plump lips. “It’s okay, amore mio (my love)… I promise you, everything is okay.”

“Just prove him wrong, baby. Crea algo tan hermoso (create something so beautiful), that you won’t need to follow any rules.” “¿De verdad crees que puedo? (You really think I can?)” “Of course, mi angelito (my angel), you can do anything.” I love my Mum. “Thanks, má.” “De nada (You’re welcome). Now excuse me, I have a spar day to get to.” I laughed. On the bright side, I make all the money to make sure my mum could have as many spar days as she wants. “Enjoy. Te quiero (love you).”

"Buenos dias mi amor." - "Good morning my love." "Te amo con mi corazón y el alma." - "I love you with my heart and soul." "Te Amo" - "I love you." "Hola Abuelo. Me alegro de que hoy en día y la abuela vino." - "Hi Grandpa. I'm glad you and Grandma came today." "Me alegro de que nos invito, Marra." - "I'm glad you invited us, Marra."

She smiled at him. “Graçias mi Amor, sueña Conmigo ( Sweet dreams) .” He smiled as he kissed her temple and walked to his room. Sia smiled as she turned off the lamp and then drifted to sleep. ~~~~ “Carlotta, Zendaya would be home soon. We can not do this here.” Luciano added. “I don't care about that horrible puta, you call a wife. Luciano, echo de menos tus caricias. (I miss your caresses)” She added walking seductively towards him.

“I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me, how beautiful and pure your soul is. Goodnight, Amore.” It's so sweet of him; should I text back? But I could swear it's spelled ‘amor’ and not ‘amore’, I thought. “Hey hermoso, since we're doing a little language speaking,^(laughing and blushing emoji^) I love how you reassure me and make me feel; thank you.”. A new reply came in: “There's amore; it's Italian for love.” “Some months back, I didn't want to be in the same room with you, but right now, I wish I was in your arms.”

"We might be late for the gathering, we need to get ready." "Si, mi amor. The car is ready. Morgan is in the other room sleeping with a servant. If you want to see him before we go, you can do it now." I frowned at his Spanish response. Mi amor means My love... 'How light are those words for him to use casually?' "No me llames mi amor si amas a alguien más." I replied back to him as my teeth gritted with the meaning of, 'Don't call me my love if you love someone else.'

Here I was in a trance, all because he decided to use that sultry voice on me. "¿Estás bien, mi amor?" [Are you okay, my love?] "Está bien, mi culo," I mumbled as I got up, and he laughed, throwing his head back. I crossed my arms over my chest. [Are you okay, my ass.] "Out of all the words you could learn from Luis, that's all you learnt?" His smile was irresistible. He had such a pretty smile, and it was such a shame not a lot of people had seen it.

Katie had made the right choice when she decided to head south on the interstate. An exit sign loomed ahead. “Amor,” she read aloud. “Is that the city we’re going to?” The boy nodded. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t call it a city. It’s pretty small.” “What does the name mean?” she asked, craning to see her first glimpse of the town as they traveled along the offramp. He made a left onto a small road lined with adobe-style homes. “Love.” * * * * *