Novel & Cerita D'amour Library

Damien, takes a sip, looking pensive, "I miss her, you know? Can't wait for her to come back from Paris." Amanda, knowing this was her opportunity, nodded sympathetically, seizing the opening to subtly probe into Damien's emotions. Amanda, nodding sympathetically, "I bet. Must be tough with her away. How's she finding Paris?" Damien shared anecdotes about Seraphina's work and their plans for when she returned, inadvertently revealing his deep affection and commitment to her. As the conversation continued, Amanda carefully steered it towards subtle criticisms and doubts about Seraphina's commitment and compatibility with Damien. She strategically inserted comments designed to plant seeds of d

It's okay with Daniel, she thought, completely surrendering. She went to work alone that morning because Daniel had lied about having an out-of-town affair, which was not valid. But it seemed that he had talked to Amanda the night before, so in the morning, he had the confidence to send a message to Lea, saying 'Wish u a bright morning, Beibz' with a love emoticon. Lea shivered a bit when she read it but then decided to start getting used to such trivial things. Daniel seemed good at sweet talk, too, she thought while shaking her head.

My love, he called me his love, in her drowsy state, she realized that he was still hard, he didn’t release. “you’re, you’re still hard”, she whispered. “tomorrow, love, when you have the strength”. She nodded, she barely has the strength for that anyway, but she felt bad that she had an orgasm and he didn’t. “perhaps, I should” …. Lucien groaned, “go to sleep, Princess or I will tie you to the bed and start all over again”, he warned. Dianne closed her eyes tightly, no not a chance. “I’m sleeping; I’m sleeping”. She said.

“Have you ever opened your door to find a this absolutely gorgeous, hunky, specimen of a man standing on the other side? I’ve dreamt just that, repeatedly, to the point that I’m frustrated with myself for not having a depth of imagination to move beyond this dream guy -pun intended- and into something more substantial. I mean, all he does is stand there with a sexy smirk on his face. Night after night, I see myself in this cozy little log cabin. There’s an enormous fieldstone fireplace dominating the room. The warmth from its roaring fire permeates every crack and crevice of the small, but spacious room. Either there’s no electricity, or it’s gone out for some reason because I’m sittin

Louis replies. Francis turns around to the kitchen sink behind him. He turns on the tap and rinses his hand with the gushing water. He goes to the refrigerator at a corner and opens it. The light in the fridge turns on revealing the canned drinks, bottle water and some foods preserved in plastic plates. He takes a bottle water and gives it to Louis. ​"I believe I haven't introduced myself properly, I'm Louis Hapkins." ​"I'm Francis Armitage." ​"I have always wondered what Melissa's husband would look like. It's nice to finally meet you." Louis says. He has already made his research on the Viva family. He knows enough information about every single member of the family but little detail about

I ended up in the library, curling up with a book on the velvet chaise, trying to distract myself. Hours passed. The rain intensified again. My phone buzzed with a text from Damien. D: Meeting running long. Stay naked under that robe for me. I want easy access when I walk through the door. Heat flooded me. I obeyed, slipping out of my clothes in the library, the silk robe the only barrier. Another text. D: Good girl. Then, twenty minutes later: D: On my way. Be ready. I waited on the chaise, heart racing, robe loosely tied, thighs parted in anticipation.

Damon continued, “why Korah changed so fast. Why did she give up fighting? My chest tightened. “You said grief,” I replied. “That’s what you were led to believe,” Damon said. “It wasn’t grief. It was suppression.” The stairs ended at a door I had never seen before. Damon pressed his palm to it. The metal hummed, then opened. The hidden library came into view. “What is his?” I whispered. “The archive,” Damon said. “The other that only a handful of people have access to.” “And you,” I said, staring at him. “Why do you have access?”

Amanda argued. Jonathan lowered his gaze as he looked at Amanda with a gentle expression. He had never looked at me with such tenderness. My heart bled once more, and the pain became more unbearable with each breath I drew. Even though I had expected such behavior from Jonathan, I couldn't help my heartache. I watched mutely as he carried Amanda to the bed and opened the soup flask. He poured her some soup and said, "Be a good girl and have some soup, Amanda. It should help you feel better."

"You cannot defy him again." Her motherly, disapproving touch made me cringe and shrink. "If he can hurt you this badly for pleasure, just think of what he can do when his true intention is to hurt you," she said. When Damon came back later that evening, I was lying on the bed. I had just learned about the library's existence and was reading The Nature of the Beast, a novel about the history of werewolves. He hardly looked at me as he undressed in front of me, his cologne of cigarettes and alcohol returning. I made an effort to look away from his toned chest and the light brown hairs that adorned his ripped abdomen.

This realization was what hurt Bella more than seeing Damian choose to save Dakota instead of her. Damian's mood was growing volatile. He threw his hands around her and squeezed desperately. "Please! It's not what you think! Believe me! I love you! I just love you too much!" he cried. "I was just scared that I'm not good enough for you! I'm scared that if you ever saw a side of me that's imperfect, you'd stop loving me! "Just this thought drove me mad! I was just so scared of it!" He started to sob. Tears splashed onto her hands.