Livre D Amour Novels & Stories

Amour opened the door and walked in slowly with her head down. Aurelio who could be seen working on his laptop stopped to look at her. Amour stood on her spot with her eyes glued to the ground. "St-" "I already know what you're going to say Master so no need talking" Amour said and slowly began peeling off her clothes off her body till she was stark naked. She was sure that was the only reason he summoned her - for s*x. Amour dropped her clothes to the floor and began heading to his bed.

) Lyon kept quiet because the song was one Selene usually listened to when reading a book. Selene was the same on the other side; she felt sentimental all of a sudden. The music brought back memories of her time in the mansion. However, that memory is exceptional. (FLASHBACK) "What are you reading?" Lyon asked and kissed her cheek. Selene smiled. "Do you still remember my favorite book?" Lyon smirked. And look at the cover of the book "First True Love by Flynn Coast?" he asked, before taking a seat next to Selene. He extended his right arm for Selene to rest her head on.

So, why couldn’t she stop thinking of Dominic and his infuriating kiss despite staring at her lovely boyfriend who was now right in front of her. “Hey babe,” he said, as he leaned down to kiss her sweetly on her lips. “Still working?” Maeve glanced at her laptop with the blank screen and shrugged her shoulders. “No, not really.” She closed the laptop and rose to her feet. “We can go,” she said. Issac looked down and his eyes fell on the magazine. “Why is this on the floor?” He wondered, leaning down to pick it up. “Oh Dominic Fitz,” he said, shaking his head as he placed the magazine on the table.

The Provençal sun might have set, but their love story was just beginning to shine. As the crickets sang outside the window, and the moon cast a silver glow on their intertwined bodies, Vincent whispered, "Je t'aime, Abigail." I love you. The words hung in the air, a testament to a love story that transcended time itself. And so they slept, dreaming of lavender fields, shared kisses under the olive tree, and endless days under the Provençal sun. Their love, like the lavender fields, was in full bloom, painting their world in shades of purple and gold.

" Pursing My lips, I hug my knees and stare in a distance. Never have I encountered a demon in my life. Only an angel.leandre Damien. Damien's one of do warriors of our pack, mate. Leandre as told us about demons,. The last time I have heard from him is when he told us that an heir to the throne of heaven is missing, and that he needed to be found as soon as possible. It's nearly kills Damien when leandre decided to roam Just to find the prince of the heavens. But Damien doesn't have a choice but to listen to l e a n d r e. He's still an angel, and he still has duty that needs."It's a demon, Nathaniel"he says angrily, always spitting the words out. "I may be a rogue, but I don't want a demon

It was a feeling akin to love, but rawer, more primal. In a surge of passion, Rayn captured Aurora's lips in a fierce, unyielding kiss. His lips pressed against hers with an urgency that left her breathless, and he delved into her mouth with a hungry kiss. It was a kiss born of raw need, a wordless declaration of the desire that burned between them.

His other hand stayed locked at her waist, keeping her pinned exactly where he wanted her. Larissa’s lips parted on a shaky exhale. The room still spun in lazy, drunken circles, but his voice was low and rough, nothing like Finn’s. She didn’t want to know if it wasn’t Finn, she just wanted the fantasy to hold just a little longer. “Please…”

I’ve just released a new book titled “Married to My Father’s Enemy.” It follows Ikkohafina and her dangerously captivating husband—her father’s best friend, turn enemy, now her husband. A forbidden, intense, erotic, slow-burning story filled with tension, desire, spicy bedroom actions, and everything in between. If you loved No Saints, you will definitely love this one. I’ll be attaching a free chapter for you to read and enjoy. If it pulls you in (and I know it will), don’t hesitate to go search for the full book and dive deeper into their story.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

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