Historia De Amor Novels & Stories

I asked, stopping him “I am not one of those weak females that you are used to enforcing whatever authorities that you think you have, nor am I one of those females that you can play around against. I will fight you back and I will respond the way that I see fit. She has been kicked out of her home, her family, and even her lover’s home because they were simply not afraid of challenging you about their love. And rather than supporting them, you chose to be the ones to break them apart. Okay, I am going to ask you now, what the fuck did you gain out of it?” “A family that has kept its pride. A history that was not tainted…” “Fucks sake, we all know that histories and historians find things th

Maybe I'm like a grandmother in the end I'm destined to end up alone without knowing love, men will leave me or die but at the end of the story I would be alone with or maybe children of different fathers as mom says so well, with or without money. I cried so much for Carlos, so much! Since my return I have been locked in the room, even Ronny does not come in. What do I have left of Carlos?!What memories! But few memories because the only thing that comes to mind is his wife and children. An authentic heartache encloses in itself the one who experiences it, it is like a second crystallization, more solid than the first, and more lasting because, in this field, contrary to the proverb, the ab

I pursed, run my hand through my hair and then let my eye gaze at the man I was happy for, the man that I had called father and loved. “Was this the reason you wanted me to stay away from Jeffery?” I furrowed my brow. “How did this all happen, I want to know everything and no more lies. Why the fuck am I her daughter? How am I not the daughter of the mother I know, tell me everything I need to know!” “Louisa was my first love, I met her in high school, but because of because of my rich background, I was forced to marry another lady which was the mother you knew.” He started narrating and I just listen in silence and tears.

Together, they built a life filled with adventure, exploration and the certainty that their love was eternal. Their story became a timeless tale of love, whispered in night whispers, and shared between immortal lovers. Their legacy endured through the centuries, reminding the world that true love, when nurtured with magic and surrender, can transcend all barriers, and defy the passage of time.

I asked him. His hand stopped caressing my thighs, "Of course you can. Our love story is an interesting piece don't you think so? Who knows professor in the future might share our love story in their history class because it was so unique and remarkable." "Like Cleopatra and Anthony?" I added. He was taken aback at first. He didn't want to agree but in the end, he did. "A love story that starts in deception," I murmured. "Our beginning doesn't matter. The end does and I will make sure that we won't."

As she began to read the delicate handwriting etched on the pages, she was transported back in time, into a world she had never known. The diary belonged to a woman named Elizabeth, and the entries chronicled a love story that spanned decades. It was a tale of forbidden passion, heartache, and sacrifice. Katie found herself captivated by the words that seemed to leap off the page, carrying her into the depths of Elizabeth's emotions. She discovered that Elizabeth had been deeply in love with a man named Thomas, a love that was frowned upon by society. Their paths had crossed in the most unexpected of ways, and despite the odds stacked against them, their connection only grew stronger with ti

You love him. "We loved each other," she corrected. "Only it didn't last, did it?" Some romances are sometimes fleeting, but like measles or chicken pox, they inevitably happen to everyone. "What do you know about love?" I bet you think it's just a biological reaction! Jonathan smiled bitterly. Ah, if only she knew how many romantic dreams he had cherished when he was in love with Gloria!

"Isn't it something you're curious about? I was thinking it would be the first thing you would ask when I suggested the game." "I wanted to ask, but I wasn't sure of how you would take it." "My first love." He replied as he stared into space. "Eh?" "She was my first love." "Ah. I see." "We were still very young then. How old was I?" He paused as he counted his fingers. "Fourteen years. I was just fourteen years and she was twelve." "It. . . It has been long?"

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

"Oh, come on, Layla. I've known you for a long time. I can see that there's something more than just collaboration between you and Brad." I sighed, unable to hide my smile. "Okay, fine. Maybe there is something more." Kimora's smile turned into a grin of triumph. "I knew it! So, are you two lovebirds finally going to admit your feelings?" I shook my head, a mixture of embarrassment and affection washing over me. "It's not that simple, Kimora. We have a complicated history." She nodded in understanding. "I know, but I also know that love is about second chances and rewriting history."