Historia De Amor Novels & Stories

He replied with a shrug. "Someone like Navaeh?" "Yeah, someone like her. I don't know if she would want me to tell you this but I think it's best you heard it from the horse's mouth and not from mine. And moreso, I think I'm falling for someone else actually." He was talking about the fact that Navaeh like Quinnel and he didn't want to after her and end up being the one to be hurt with the broken heart. Unrequited loves were nonsense to him.

Adrian and Seraphina, bound together by fate's cruel hand and ancestral ties, found themselves caught in the maelstrom of a love story destined to defy the very fabric of their existence. Adrian, a tapestry of emotions etched on his handsome face, stared at Seraphina with an intensity that could melt glaciers. The weight of their shared history, a tangled web of love, loss, and betrayals, pressed down on him like a physical burden. Yet, amidst the shadows of the past, a spark flickered to life, a defiant ember of hope refusing to be extinguished.

She whisper quietly looking down at her lap. I frown . I put the brown box aside and sit beside her on the bed holding her hand. " hey....listen you don't need to ever feel guilty or embarrasse about money or asking me something. Do you get it." I said softly looking at her eyes. " Because my love , the money , the empire that I built , its all because of you. Because I want to spoil you so much. I don't fucking care if you don't remember me and my love , all I want is you by my side. You never have to be embarrass about not able to reciprocate my feelings, I am fine with it but don't ever force yourself."

(Or else it'll hurt alot) I just stared at his dark black eyes, filled with pent up anger, lust and love- love? He pushed my knees up and positioned his erection at the entrance of my sex. I felt it! And it looked as if my heart stopped. I looked at him, trying one last time. ' please, I'm not ready for this. Abhi nahi karain yeh.' I cried out. (Don't do this right now) He leaned down and kissed my forehead once again and whispered in my ear. ' Aram se raho. It'll be fine then.' (Relax yourself)

CHAPTER 64 SOPHIA’S POV The Museum of Love, tucked away in a charming corner of Paris, promised an enchanting experience. Henry and I strolled hand in hand, the anticipation of exploring the exhibits about love and romance bubbling between us. "This place is something else, huh?" Henry grinned, his eyes scanning the intricate displays. I nodded, "It's like a crash course in the history of love. Who knew love could be so... museum-worthy?" He chuckled, "Well, when you put it that way, it sounds like we're about to embark on the most romantic history lesson ever."

His eyes grew distant, lost in the depths of his memories, as he began to share his heart-wrenching story. "Her name was Isabelle," Tate whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. "She possessed a captivating spirit, a light that shone brightly in the darkest of times. Our love was forbidden, a dangerous dance between two worlds. We believed our bond could defy fate, but destiny had other plans." A hushed silence enveloped the small gathering as Tate unraveled the tale of his ill-fated love. He spoke of the sacrifices they made, the battles fought, and the ultimate price they paid for defying the natural order. His words were laden with regret and the weight of lost dreams.

That unbearable, traitorous flutter. “I hate you,” she whispered once, her head against his chest. “But you’re the only one who stays.” And he stayed. Not because he had to. But because he wanted to. What is love, if born from guilt? If nurtured in silence? Is it real? Or is it a betrayal—of pain, of memory, of the woman she once was, and the man who was supposed to be hers? These are questions no one dares ask out loud. Not Knile. Not Cayleigh. Not even Aki.

It wasn't a claim. Just fact. A mountain stating it had existed before you arrived. Serena found herself thinking of Lucian's hesitation on the terrace. The tiny pause before he'd answered questions about Seraphina. Not because he'd loved her. Because history was complicated. Because affection didn't require romance. Because loyalty could survive where love never existed. The realization irritated her. Mostly because it felt mature. And Serena currently preferred anger. Seraphina glanced toward the crowd. The conversation was ending. Finally.

We didn’t go all the way… but I wished we had. I wanted him to take me. To fuck me senseless. To claim me completely. God… what’s wrong with me? Why does the forbidden feel so damn good? I love him. I love Vincent Lucas. I love his eyes, his voice, his hands, his mouth, his soul— But it hurts. It hurts to know I’ll never have him. Not really. Not the way I want. I wiped away a single tear sliding down my cheek. I don’t deserve to cry. Maybe this pain is my punishment for falling in love with someone else’s husband. If so, then let it burn. Let it consume me.

It was as if our bodies were made for each other, our love igniting a passion that couldn't be contained. As we reached the peak of our passion, Marco's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. "Ti amo," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I love you too," I whispered back, my heart overflowing with emotion. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that our love would conquer all. Nothing could ever tear us apart. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was as if the world outside had melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our own little bubble of love.