D'amour Library Novels & Stories

By the time we get back to my place, I’m so horny I nearly rip my dress off. The next day, he takes me to an old bookstore that has been run by the same owner for over sixty years. She refuses to alphabetize anything, but when Damien asks her for a specific book, she knows exactly where it is. It’s cramped and crowded, full of volumes of rare old books and gorgeous hardback covers. Damien buys sme a copy of Pride and Prejudice in French.

in a flash his finger was deep inside her making her scream in both pain and pleasure. "Ariel came to my room this instant" Damien said to Ariel through the mind Link using his Alpha tone. ______ Damien's words echoed in her head and she Wondered what she had done this time, he had left the Lightroom angrily and now he had mindlinked her to come to his room.

Damon said with a warm smile. Amber leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. "Thank you so much, babe." Damon felt like his heart was going to burst from his chest, but he managed to hold himself down with a laugh. "Don't thank me yet," he said and picked another item, handling it to her. It was a book wrapped in a soft leather. Amber blinked as tears filled her eyes. It was a photo album. "Go on, babe," he murmured. "Open it."

Damon continued, “tonight’s silent auction will help fund new libraries and learning centers across the country. Your generosity has already built hundreds. Let’s build hundreds more.” Applause again, louder this time. Damon’s eyes flicked to her, that unreadable expression softening just enough for him to nod in her direction. “And of course, none of this would have been possible without my dear Amara.” Damon turned to her with a small, guiding smile, and the host gestured for her to step forward. Lena’s palms were sweating, but she didn’t let it show. She approached the microphone, her voice even but quieter than his.

Standing in the hallway of my husband's house in the silk dress he had selected, twelve feet from the study where he was reading documents that shaped my life without my input, I stood against the wall and smiled at my brother's two words. Gallery on Fifth. One afternoon. Samuel driving. But still. Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again, the rhythm of someone choosing words carefully. That's not small. That's the first one. I love you. I read it twice. Pressed my thumb against the screen the way I had pressed it against Miranda's message at the Sinclair gala, the same instinct, holding onto something real. Love you too, I typed back.

I pulled slowly on the handle, praying for luck, but unfortunately it wasn't opening. Which made perfect sense when I thought about it. Why would he leave his room door open, especially for someone with secrets. I sighed, turning back the way I came, as I walked past the rooms with large windows, I noticed one of the doors wasn't closed completely. I pushed the door softly and stepped inside. The room was dark but the soft light of dawn streaming through the tall window was enough for me to see. It looked like a library or a study of some sort with rows of shelves filled with books and the smell of old paper filling the air.

Yet Liam’s eyes met his with a steady, unwavering intensity, sharp and unflinching, a silent warning that any attempt to claim Amara through nostalgia alone would be met with quiet but resolute opposition. Amara’s mind raced, the fragment of the letter she had received earlier flickering in her thoughts like a candle struggling against a gust of wind. The words inside it had shifted something fundamental in her understanding of loyalty, love, and truth. The letter hinted at secrets long buried, actions concealed, and intentions that threatened to unravel the delicate balance of her relationships. It was not just a letter; it was a pivot point, a catalyst capable of altering everything she th

Damien Rhys. Amara’s breath stilled. She set the pen down, closed the journal, and slid it into a drawer. She rose and stepped onto the balcony. The night air came sharp with salt and the faint metallic scent of approaching rain. The Pacific stretched endless and black, a mirror to her own stillness. She answered. “Damien.” “Amara.” His voice was low, a dark warmth through the line. “I trust California is treating you well.” “As well as expected.” She leaned against the railing, the cold iron grounding her. “The auction made the noise you wanted.”

“What in the actual hell is going on, Damien? I’m back to Katherina now? You couldn’t answer the phone with ‘oh, my darling wife, how are you and the baby?’” Damien leaned back, unbothered. “You’re right. I’ll change my tone.” He put on a mocking sweetness. “How are you, my lovely wife ? And how are the babies in your belly? Hope they’re kicking just fine. If you need anything, don’t forget to use the Blackwood black card for all your needs.” Katherina’s voice rose with anger. “Too late for the sweet talk, Damien! And please tell me what are you and Amelia Stone doing together in a private space in London?”

I hide my feelings to Akash Anna. I want to escape from that place so I said to them I want to go to the library as Swomya didn't come. I went to the library to read something interest to pass the time. When I check the time it was 4.30 pm. I hurriedly came out of the library with my bag. While I was walking quickly someone dragged my hand into the sports room which was dark inside. When I saw who dragged me, I was shocked it was Nandan, Abhi's classmate.