El Amor Y La Locura Novels & Stories

I regretted it right away when his broad shoulders and very toned body shamelessly shouting hotness in front of me. That night I never thought about all the consequences that might happen between us. I was dominated by the desire of being touch by him, by our lust. I forgot that I don't have anything from him. I forgot that I have assurance from him yet I don't want to ruined the life that he have. I forgot that choosing each other is a very bad decision to make for the both of us.

I curl up in bed, my phone lighting up with a text from an unknown number: "Some people run from love. Some people run towards it. Which one are you? - H" And for the first time in my life, I don't know the answer.

why don't you stop being stubborn? Anastasia: No, no, something is definitely wrong.. Levi: Shhh..look at me..in my eyes..let your heart speak He looked into her eyes for a long time to control her, but he did not control her feelings, to ask her calmly: Anastasia..do you love me? The other was silent a little while her features were calm and finally to say: Yes Levi..I love you.. He smiled sideways and his happiness from the inside is almost indescribable to bring her back to her consciousness to realize what she said to look at him in shock and speak: But..how?

Love and family. THE END

She began to hear his voice, deep and resonant, drifting up from the lower floors – sometimes calm, sometimes sharp with command, but never without an underlying intensity. Her thoughts became consumed by him. Not out of affection, not out of desire, but out of a desperate need to understand the man who held her fate in his hands. She analyzed his every fleeting expression, every nuanced gesture. The journal had revealed Isabella’s love for him, a love that transcended his dangerous world. Amara found herself battling a terrifying, forbidden curiosity. Could such a man truly be loved? Could he truly love in return?

A man who would do everything just to impose a horrendous love that shouldn't exist in the first place. "Te amo, Amor."

“Don’t you dare.” His hand slid between her thighs, teasing, testing, coaxing breathless gasps from her lips before he entered her in one slow, possessive thrust. “Luciano—” she cried, nails digging into his back. His rhythm was unforgiving. He moved with a violence born of desperation, of obsession, of the twisted kind of love they both shared—raw, flawed, addictive. Each thrust drove deeper, building a rhythm that echoed off the walls of the study. Papers fluttered off the desk, forgotten.

I opened the note with hands that, for the first time in a long time, I felt tremble. Each word was a dagger. "I have to go; Loreta is in danger. I couldn't allow it. I love you." The note crumpled in my hand; my vision turned red. Loreta! No, it couldn't be. Sweet Loreta, in Lorenzo's hands? And Chiara... my Luna, my amore mio, giving herself to that monster. I couldn't hold back the outburst. A roar escaped my chest, a primal sound that shook the foundations of the mansion. My claws extended, tearing the fabric of my shirt, and I felt the heat of my wolf rising, an uncontrolled fury threatening to consume me.

“My fierce, stubborn Luna. Taking me like this… in the middle of hell.” Tears mixed with sweat on her face as she rode him harder, breasts bouncing with every motion, skin slapping skin in the quiet ruins. She braced her hands on his chest, the glowing ruins pulsing in time with their rhythm. The curse was fading fast now, replaced by pure heat between them. She leaned forward, changing the angle so he hit that perfect spot inside her with every roll. “I love you. So much it hurts. Don’t you dare leave me again like this.”

Love, Anna