D'amour Library Novels & Stories

calmly I said. "I don’t know if you will pay, maybe you don't have the money," “Lady! I hit you with a Rolls-Royce.” She made that stubborn face, and gathered her arms “I can’t remember, and I’m not going to take risks, I have a child to feed.” “Ma’am, you don’t know what are you talking about?” Jake involved. “It’s ok Jake, I got that,” I walked to her, and began removing the mask I was wearing, the costume, and showed her my real me; Joan Birmingham, *The Handsome Prince*.

YOU HAVE BROUGHT SHAME TO THIS FAMILY. Ethan stared at the screen. A second notification arrived. Mara Where are you? I’ve been waiting for twenty minutes. Don’t make me come looking for you. For the first time that day… He felt like someone actually wanted to see him. He slipped the phone back into his pocket and headed toward the library. The law library stood a short walk away. Behind it was a small courtyard most students ignored. There was an old almond tree there, its wide branches shielding a row of weathered wooden benches from the afternoon sun.

I roll my eyes instinctively. We take our seats across from each other. I decide to break the silence by asking about the wine. -"What wine is this?" I ask. -"Saint Amour. It's a wine known to symbolize love between couples in France," he replies. I smile at the free information he offered me. It means a lot to me that he chose this wine for us. Seconds later, the same girl comes back with an opener and opens the bottle for us. A cold breeze escapes from the bottle as soon as it is opened.

“It’s called the Estrella del Mar. I want to see you, mi amor.” I couldn’t resist that purring voice. “Give me fifteen minutes,” I said.

Alpha Damien replied and hung up. They arrived at Davenport thirty minutes later, and Alpha Damien didn't waste time to go to the building behind the library. It was exactly as it was described. Decrepit, he walked closer to the building, and noticed the cracks in the walls, the yellow paint faded and peeled off. He could only describe it in one word decrepit. He waited a bit and switched on his internet connection to allow Alpha Paul continue his work before marching inside the building.

Damon had actually created a separate shelf for my medical books so I never actually checked the entire book collection. I was awestruck when I saw great love stories in the shelf. It was a combination of great poems and some heavenly love stories. This was unbelievable. Things were really unbeleivable about Damon. Finding a book in his drawer having contents of all the people he had saved from dying and then finding that he is actually a romance loving person made me believe that I have actually never known him.

Amour opened the door and walked in slowly with her head down. Aurelio who could be seen working on his laptop stopped to look at her. Amour stood on her spot with her eyes glued to the ground. "St-" "I already know what you're going to say Master so no need talking" Amour said and slowly began peeling off her clothes off her body till she was stark naked. She was sure that was the only reason he summoned her - for s*x. Amour dropped her clothes to the floor and began heading to his bed.

On the back, scrawled in Lucien’s hand: To the Veyron-Moreau Alliance— May there be peace in the empire we built. Marcella’s breath caught. Amara wasn’t merely a proxy bride. She was an heir. The library wasn’t just a bargaining chip—it was proof of ownership. She didn’t know that the same old library so hated by her held deep secrets. And deep down in the heart, it always whispered to Amara. She didn’t know why but it was just a matter of time before the truths buried in the dark surface more to the light.

She was a warrior in her own right, her prowess a thing of beauty. I watched, entranced, as she dispatched her opponents with a grace that belied the strength behind each move. Her power was a mystery, a well of strength that seemed endless. Her smile reached me across the distance, a touch of warmth that soothed the chill of the morning. Yet, I turned away, the library's quiet promise a refuge from the storm of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. The library's quiet was a sanctuary, a place where the echoes of my dream about Amber could be shelved away like so many books. Then Damon opened the door, his presence was a welcome interruption, his curiosity a gentle nudge back to the pres

They reached the library, and Damian quickly pushed the door open, pulling her inside with him. The room was large, filled with old books that lined the walls. A few tall windows let in the late afternoon light, casting shadows across the room. It was quiet, except for the soft sound of their footsteps as he led her deeper into the library. Damian didn’t waste any time. He turned toward her, his eyes filled with desire. He reached for her, his hands resting on her waist. “I want you,” he said, his voice rough.