D'amour Library Novels & Stories

he locks eyes with me, his bright green eyes a near mirror image of my own, nods and then continues, "If he had been, I will take it into consideration." "Thanks, Dad," as I say this, I stand up and make my way out of his office and back out of the pack house, determined to find and speak with my mate. After driving around for what seems like hours, I pick up Amaris's warm vanilla scent. It's faint, but as I follow it, it becomes stronger. Pulling over on the side of the road within the little cul-de-sac of houses that could definitely use some fixing up, I get out and close the door behind me.

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Jasmina asked, “You’re not going, right?” “I’m not missing it,” Amara said. Scene Seven – Lisbon, Midnight The old ballroom stank of wine and rotted wealth. Damien waited alone at the head of a broken table. A glass of red in one hand. A pistol on the table. Amara entered without hesitation. He stood. “Amara Varela. The fire queen herself.” She didn’t blink. “Damien Nero. The bastard who crawled out of his father’s corpse.” He laughed. “We have the same blood, you know.”

Luna is a woman of her words and if she said she will stay, she will. Like? He thinks so, a kind of like that is similar to attraction and admiration. Was it the pleasure? The taste of her kisses, the touch of their fingers? The way she looked and the way she always mesmerized him? Yes, that's it. He can call it anything, but he can never call it love. Amadeus did not notice that Damien's reckless warning would plant a deep seed inside him and cause him to question himself and the people around him. Amadeus threw the cigarette bud on the ashtray and groaned in irritation, he went to his room in the mansion and washed up before sleeping.

she said. Damien replied to his mate with a smile that I could feel was filled with love. It made my heart warm to know that my sister had a mate who genuinely loved her that much. "Of course she's great; she's your sister," Damien replied. Amora walked up to him and gave him a kiss on his jaw, her lips playfully grazing his, before strutting out of the room. The door shut, leaving me all by myself in her room with Damien. When Amora left, I instantly sensed the room grow colder, while the prince's presence engulfed the space, his fragrance lingering on my sense of smell. I tried to brush it off and headed over to the table, poured myself a glass of wine, and took a sip.

Then came the moon goddess and Roxy and hell even Damien. Now I don’t know if I should add another entry in the Miss beauty contest. Amara. I mean who named these people? Ravenna, Amara, Diana? They sound like fucking aristocrats and I am just a lowly humble peasant. Amara just hugged Damien. Although I don’t know if I could call it a hug or not, she and him were embracing each other for another long minute. It didn’t take me long enough to know what Amara meant to Damien. Amara pulled away from him and looked at his face, then her surroundings.

She slid her arms up and around his neck, pressed her chest into his own. At the feel of his muscles relaxing, Amara's nipples became hard in response. Damascus let out what sounded like a shaky breath. "You don't make it easy on me, do you, Angel?" Damascus didn’t wait for a response from Amara before capturing her lips in a searing kiss that left them both breathless. "We should head downstairs," Amara said, mentioning the fact that they were supposed to meet the King in the library. "He can wait another damn minute," Damascus said as he kicked the door to his room shut and picked Amara up in his arms. He gently dropped her on the mattress and kissed her once more. Amara wondered if it was

(Amora entered the library) She noticed that Lyon didn't seem to be in a good condition, so she stepped towards him, "Babe, is everything okay?" He turned to the book that Lyon was reading. Same as the book that Selene had left at Fiona's house, which she was supposed to give to Lyon. Because she remembered that, she grabbed the book from the table. "Why are you reading this?" Lyon frowned, he couldn't understand why Amora reacted like that to the book he was reading. "What’s wrong if I read this?"

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.”

"Olivia, Nicole, take the vampires outside. We need to speak." Cheryl took my arm and teleported with me to the second floor of Andrew's house. She brought us to his library. It was a fairly small room, books almost overflowing within it. The shelves had been stuffed with more books than they were meant to hold, and there were stacks of books on the floor and the two tables that were in the room. Cheryl didn't say anything to me. She just sat down on the brown leather couch. It appeared that she was perfectly content to sit serenely in silence.