Novel & Cerita Casa Amor Season 7

❤️ AMOUR IMPOSSIBLE ❤️ ✏️✏️ Auteur : Judi le Mystérieux Romantique ✏️✏️ _______________________ Épisode final_______________ _____ _____________________ Épisode 20_______________________ Maximum de Partage au moins 10 pour une nouvelle histoire qui commence à 17h00 Chez Célia pour la dot.... La mère de Célia était déjà sur les lieux pour la dot. Elle est reçu chaleureusement par la mère de Célia sans pour autant savoir ce qui l'attendait. Elle s'était installé en attendant le déroulement de la cérémonie.

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Amara lost all her color when she saw the news with headlines. "The most eligible bachelor of whole Italy is now claimed." "Return of Mr.Romano's love." "Foster girlfriend turns out to be fiance." Athena throws the remote on the wall. She pulled her hair like a madwoman. "All this while I was chasing Celestine and thought Damien loves her but who would have thought this cunning man was using Celestine to cover his real woman." Amara was going crazy with all the things happening so suddenly.

“Where are your mom and sister?” “Come here, Amor.” She hesitated, but he only smiled, reading her reluctance. He caught her hand, tugged her down beside him, and laid her flat on the mattress. “This is my rest house. When I’m here, I don’t want to think about family.” His tone turned serious. “Why? Don’t you love them?” “I do. But we want different things.” Then, softly: “Amor.” Her pulse spiked. He leaned on one elbow, turning to face her.

Matteo’s voice: “We could’ve ruled the world, but your daughter chose chaos.” Then the silence after the shot. Only… there had been no blood. Amara shook herself out of it. “He’s moving her again,” she said. “We have hours at most.” “Where to?” Adriana asked. “Wherever he thinks we can’t reach.” Vesper interrupted. “I have one more lead. A name.” She handed Amara a slip of paper. Andrei Cazares. Amara blinked. “He’s dead.” Vesper looked grim. “Then his ghost is making deals in Montmartre.”

I ask, my voice breathy with awakening lust. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to convince Merry to do the sofa thing? I’ve barely been able to think of anything else since she said we could do it. I’ve gotta get you in the mood, Caramelo.” “Mmmmm. You don’t ever have to do much to get me in the mood, Tesoro. Eres tan jodidamente sexy, solo tengo que mirarte y estoy listo. (You're so fucking sexy, I just have to look at you and I'm ready.)”

Then Ramiris stepped closer, his form still blurred and shifting like smoke. “You summon me with the tongue of dragons,” he said softly, “yet you still pretend you don’t care.” My jaw clenched. I hated how well he could read me… hated it more than the damn loops. “I didn’t call you for a lecture,” I said. “I need answers. Alastor Veyr is here. The Churches are moving again. And Reinhardt….” “Ah.” Ramiris’ grin sharpened. “So you’ve met the Moonblade.”

I was still frustrated that felix forgot our anniversary yesterday. Mia and max were busy at uni, and I didn't want to include them in my annoyance to Felix. After my class, I decided to talk to Isla about this. I went to her room and found her watching a series. "Hi, Iris!" she greeted me. "Hey," I said weakly. she looked at me with a furrowed brow. "What's wrong?" she asked me. I know she knows that not in a good mood and that I needed someone to talk to. "Felix forgot our anniversary yesterday. I'm just annoyed and disappointed. It's supposed to be our day, yet he completely forgot about it

Her voice was sharp, and she clearly didn't appreciate being spoken to like that. Eryx rolled his eyes, his annoyance palpable. He wasn’t in the mood for this argument and certainly didn’t have the energy to entertain her anymore. “And tell me one reason why you want to marry me," he snapped. "There are plenty of men out there who are more handsome than I am. Why me?” Amy didn't hesitate. “Because I love you,” she said, her words quick and direct. Eryx let out a harsh laugh, disbelief dripping from his tone. “Fuck your love,” he scoffed. “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t be out there fucking around.”

“That’s the point, Amy. From what I saw… I don’t think I know him anymore.” “Why can’t you just accept that I love him?!” Amy angrily exclaimed. When she remembered that Carl was still asleep, she took some deep breaths to control her anger. “Stop saying that, Amy. You don’t love him, you’re only being manipulated.” Paula retorted through clenched teeth. “That’s not true, mom!” Amy countered, standing up from the bed. “Stop saying such things about Bryan. I love him… I’ve loved him for a long time now.”