D'amour Library Novels & Stories

We entered the foyer of the pack house when Luna Margarita’s voice came from the left side of us, I turned and she smiled, “are you feeling better Amelia? I nodded, “yes, thank you Luna Margarita, is it possible that you direct me to the library, I need to find a book that may help me, if you don’t mind.” She smiled politely, “of course, my dear, this way,” she took my elbow, and we walked down a hallway, “it’s a huge library, may I ask which book your looking for, I could help.” “Thank you, it’s the one about mating bonds, it has everything in it including the rejection.”

Now, though, his love had shifted to another woman. I closed my eyes and replied, "Sure." I didn't want the child anymore. I didn't want Xavier, either. … The next morning, I drove over to the hospital to drop off the things that Xavier had asked for. After taking the things, he tried to hug me. I sidestepped him and jokingly said, "What's that smell on you? It's so strong. You wouldn't happen to be having an affair behind my back, would you?" Panic flashed in his eyes just for a moment. Then, he leaned his head against my shoulder affectionately. "I wouldn't. You know very well how I feel about you."

"Bend over. I don't repeat my words." "You're not playing fair game, sir." "I don't like playing fair." "I'm not stopping you." "Or to spend more time with your new girlfriend?" "Don't tempt me, Ms. Martin." "Oh!!! I'm not doing anything, Mr. Johnson." "I fucking hate you." "Didn't you know it, Rose?" "It's over." "You never fail to make me speechless." "I know heaven's a thing; I feel it when you touch me." "You're mine."

My eyes lit up when I remembered Amara had shown me Damian's library. I love reading at night, especially beside the fireplace and I saw that the library has a fireplace beside it. I quickly slid my feet into my footwear before walking out of my room. With so many thoughts filling my mind as I made my way to the library. "What did I do to Damian to warrant such kind of behavior from him?" He was so nice to me at first, but why the sudden changes? "I walked into the library and quietly closed the door." I was startled when I saw him sitting and sipping a red wine holding a book in his hand.

Amber said with a smile. After receiving no answer from Damian, she walked around him and started pulling his coat off his body. "What the hell are you doing now?" Damian sighed, turning around to face her. "I…I was trying to help your take your coat off." Amber replied without looking at him. "Come on Damian…..you know how much I love and care about you..." Amber said running her fingers across his chest. "I admit I have done some pretty terrible things but trust me when I say what I feel for you is genuine. I want you to let me show you how much I love you…." She trailed off, leaning forward as her hand moved towards and rested on his belt.

(Kelly walks into the wedding reception in a gorgeous lavender gown, and heads straight to the bar to get a drink. Eddy notices her from afar and walks to where she's seated.) You look beautiful Kelly, thank you Eddy. You don't look half bad yourself. Eddy smiles. How are you? I'm okay, happy doing what I love. I can see that. Your Mum talks a lot about you, plus I heard about your promotion. Congratulations! Kelly grins. So what about you? What's new with you? Not much, I took over my Dad's business when he died and now I'm currently doing my best to keep it operating. (Eddy pulls his seat closer to Kelly and says). I never stopped thinking about you. I couldn't get you out of my head all t

Despite the humiliation and heartbreak, she couldn’t stop loving him — a twisted, painful love that made no sense. As she stood there, tears streaming down her face, Amara promised herself she would kill her feelings for Damon. A few minutes later, the door to Damon’s room opened again, and Darius walked in, looking exhausted and sweaty. Damon raised a questioning brow at his brother. “Where are you coming from, brother?” Damon asked. Darius sighed and walked over to the bar — a mini wooden counter with bottles of liquor neatly arranged behind it. The room was dimly lit with thick curtains and leather chairs, adding to its luxurious interior. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey, poured himself a

I sighed inwardly and answered firmly, "Yes. Mr. Hartness, please leave. Stop disturbing us." Whether it was the distant way I addressed him or my admission that I didn't love him anymore and had fallen for someone else, it was all a heavy blow to Cole. He staggered away, looking like his soul had been sucked out of him. I gave Timothy an awkward smile. After some hesitation, I explained, "Cole is… a bit hard to shake off. I only said all that to make him give up. I hope you don't mind, Mr. Greer." He waved it off as if it were nothing, his eyes full of amusement. "It's fine. It's a pleasure to meet you, Isabel. I think we could be friends."

Before I could say anything to tell her to put it down, Adrian rushed over and yanked the scarf off her. "Don't use that." His eyes showed obvious disdain. Rosalind's lips curled into a smirk. "Adrian, I don't mind if it's filthy. After all, Colleen didn't ask to be sexually abused three years ago…" I stared at them coldly. Rosalind stood up once more, as if trying to adjust her position, but she intentionally let her bag slip, and out fell the property deed. Covering her mouth, she exclaimed, "Ah, sorry, Adrian's gift fell out."

I could practically see the gears turning in her head, the immediate calculation of his height, the breadth of his shoulders, the sheer power radiating from his posture. She realized instantly what I had known since the moment I met him: Damien was a far superior catch to Landon. Landon was a polished pebble; Damien was a mountain. And Amara loved climbing mountains. She glided toward us, her smile wide and dazzling, the kind of smile that never quite reached her eyes. She stopped just a few feet away, her gaze locked onto Damien with an intensity that felt like a physical weight. "Steven, darling," she cooed, not even glancing at me as she leaned into the director of the opera house. "Who i