Cuando Mi Amor Llega Tarde Novels & Stories

It was the day I agreed to date the only man I’d ever loved, and over the years, he had proven to me how much he was worth that decision. In fifteen minutes, he’d be here. We’d talk, share beautiful laughter, and end the night drowning in each other’s ecstasy. I’d rented out the whole restaurant as a surprise. I settled into a seat, counting the minutes until his arrival. The clock struck 6:00 p.m., and there was no sign of him. Instead, a text came in. “You have to forgive me, mi amor. I got delayed by my boss at work. I’ll be running a little late.”

Years ago, she had stood outside the boys’ dorm all night in the pouring rain while waiting for Shane. She remembered clearly how hard it rained that night. She stood there in the storm with a guitar she had carefully chosen for Shane. The rain soaked her thin shirt and drenched her face. She fainted before Shane showed up. After that, she told herself it was not the end of the world. Loving someone who did not love her back was not the worst thing that could happen. Just as she decided to give up, Shane finally gave in. He said he would give their relationship a try. That was how she finally got the man she had wanted for so long.

His smile had been so warm and genuine back then, and I fell for him hard, captivated by his kindness and charm. The gentle melody of the piano hummed in the background and the happy couples filled the room with their laughter and affection. A waitress approached. “Are you ready to order Ma’am?” I shook my head. "Sorry, not yet" She retreated with a look of pity in her eyes, and I took a sip of the wine. My gaze drifted to the clock on the wall—it was already 9:30. He was late, and with each passing minute, my hope waned. Funny that he never really joined me on any personal dates or occasions aside from social events that need our attendance but I still hope every time that he would come.

The crowd instinctively parted, opening a path. Matteo walked in, casually spinning a silver lighter in his hand. He was the madman who ruled the entire Elwood underworld. Lucca’s expression changed at once. Matteo walked straight to my side and naturally wrapped an arm around my waist. Lowering his head, his cool lips brushed lightly against the edge of my ear. “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart. Had to deal with some trash.” I leaned into his embrace without hesitation and looked provocatively toward Lucca.

The first time we met in college at the dance club, getting to know each other at group outings, helping each other pick classes, all the handwritten letters I gave her. We fell in love, slowly. Moira looked at Doug, kneeling in front of her, and hesitated. Then she said quietly, "I'm sorry." A flash of anger crossed Doug's eyes, but he masked it quickly and drove her home. Back in her room, she couldn't settle down. It felt like something was off. As if trying to confirm it, she grabbed her keys and drove back to the anatomy lab. But by the time she got there, the body had already been sent for cremation.

, my mate asked in a low seductive voice. "That's because I want you baby, ever since you were in that meeting, I want you now baby", I pleaded. "As you wish mi amor". He slowly adjusted me on the bed well , "You know we have about an hour to get to your best friend's pack?" He told me , I knew what would happen. I disliked being late but today I didn't really mind. For some reason it had been getting harder to keep my emotions in check. I was horny and I wanted my mate now. "We can be late today darling, they wouldn't mind. I for one wouldn't mind", I assured him.

After bringing my parents home and getting them settled, I finally got a call from Grayson Miller. He opened with an accusation, his voice sharp. "We got to the restaurant. Why is the private room empty? Your parents don't give a damn about our wedding, do they? I can't believe they'd show up late!" I paused for a second, then answered quietly, "Grayson, my parents waited with me for three hours. You never showed. It's not that we're not taking this seriously—it's that you and your family never took my parents seriously."

"Then tell me the reasons Liam, what are your reasons, and while at that, you might want to add the reason you were late today and why I couldn't assess you even though I called you a hell lot of time, only for you to show up and twenty minutes later, you get offended and order us to leave, the shock on my friends face and you didn't even wait to say goodbye and as if that's not enough, we are having this argument and the next thing is I love you, even if I want to believe it, Liam, this is not the right time to say those words to me," Jordan let out, he hated to be controlled and that's what Liam was doing, he felt like his declaration of love was for damage control which shouldn't be it, a

Natalie smiled briefly. “Maybe my stomach’s just acting up. Lately, I’ve been craving sour and tangy things instead.” “You’re so weird. You sound like a woman having pregnancy cravings.” Natalie patted Declan’s shoulder and laughed. “Pregnancy cravings? What, am I pregnant?” Declan chuckled along with her. “Want me to make you some mint tea?” Natalie asked. Declan nodded firmly with a smile. “Sure.” *** “Does Declan often come home this late?” asked a middle aged man waiting in Declan’s living room.

, I said with a subconscious smile on my face before picking up. " Hello Mi Amor, I just arrived in the Maldives", I said, " can't wait to see you guys", I said. " No, can't wait to see your daughter, you mean" ,she said, " I'm no longer your Mi Amor so don't call me that", she added. " I'm sorry for what happened before and I really wanna make it right Mi Cielo, just give me a chance, te lo ruego", I said to her, " you know how much I love you, Te quiero muchísimo", I continued.