Livre D Amour Novels & Stories

"I'd do anything for you." Larissa kicked off her shoes. She wore the bunny slippers and took a few steps. She then kicked off the pair of slippers and lay on the couch. After she tucked herself in the small blanket, she picked up a novel. It was a queer novel. That was her favorite genre! Ambrose knew her too well! Ambrose saw the explicit cover of the book featuring two men. His lips twitched. Soon, his handsome face had a gloomy expression. Snatching the book from Larrisa's hand, Ambrose declared, "I'm confiscating this one!"

He kissed her neck, her jaw, her lips—pouring three years of missing her into every touch. Pyhna’s pleasure built again, steady and powerful. She clenched around him, nails lightly scratching his back over his scars. “I love you, Fabian. So much.” “I love you too,” he growled, thrusting deeper. One hand slipped between them, rubbing her clit in gentle circles. She came again with a shuddering moan, pulling him over the edge with her. Fabian buried himself deep, groaning her name as he spilled inside her, hot pulses filling her completely.

The observation hung between them, raw and unspoken. Clarisse plucked a slim volume from the shelf—Sappho’s fragments, its cover worn soft by time. "My favorite," she said, tracing the spine with that finger. "She wrote about love in broken pieces. Like us." She didn’t look at Amara, but her words landed like stones in still water. Like us. Amara reached for a book on her own—Machiavelli’s The Prince, the Italian edition she’d read on the jet. Her fingers brushed the scar on her wrist as she opened it, the silver line catching the dim light.

Louise Throughout this day of passion, I plunge into the abyss of our desires, a freefall without end, where the intimacy between us becomes a silent symphony, a language that only our bodies and souls can understand. Each exchanged glance is a promise, each brush a spark that ignites my senses. We are bound by a tacit, deep, almost primitive understanding: love, friendship, and desire are not opposing forces, but facets of the same gem, brilliant and indestructible. Together, they weave a web of emotions so intense they seem to defy time itself.

Damian's gentle caresses brushed over Livia's skin, the baby's movements harmonizing with the rhythm of their closeness. "Livia, I love you." The glass window stood witness to their love. ... Meanwhile, Assistant Brown stood by the bookshelf, in front of the glass cabinet. He opened it and pulled out the book Kylie had been reading earlier. He had already suspected it, but tried not to care. Yet after Lady Livia had spoken, the very thing he wanted to ignore kept circling back into his thoughts. 'A TV reporter, huh...' ***

Yes, I felt my cheeks hot and a pulsating pressure between my thighs and a wet sensation pressed against my panties. "If i was born as a werewolf, then this hospital ward would be filled with the smell of my arousal.... Shit...shit..shit... What happened to me today....Lara.. For sure, you have to stop reading your fantasy novels and your k-dramas...." I shook my head and driven all those f*cking thoughts out of my mind. He stopped kisssing me in the middle and took a deep breath. He opened and glared me with his lust filled eyes. Then he suddenly lifted me in a bridal style and gently placed me in the near by hospital bed. He widened my legs and stood in between my thighs.

The lady and the child gave me a confused look. "Send me the divorce papers when it ready, Jude Monroe. Have a happy life and make sure your mother doesn't harm my family or else..." I pointed at him, having an upper hand. He breached the contract first. As I stepped out of the house, tears streamed down my eyes, blurring out everything. "Lillian! Can we settle everything amicably?" I stopped on track, turning to him. "One more thing." I laughed, pain evident. "The Dom teacher was your best friend and you know what? I kissed him. I have always loved him too and I can't wait to have his cock in me."

I wince and move it a few inches away before bringing it back to my ear. "Troy are you there?" She calls again and I nod like she can see me. "Yes Rachel,I'm here." I say and resume walking out of the school. My foot slightly nudges a small book on the floor and I carefully study it before bending to pick it up. The word 'Diary' is printed in a bright, colourful pink on the book and I groan. It must have fallen out of the mysterous girl's open school bag.

Cherry sat down besides her Madeleine, while Madeleine took a seat beside Adeline. "You girls did great!" Adeline said to both of them. "Yeah, I know. Cherry can't stop boasting about it." Madeleine said laughing as she gave Cherry a nudge at her shoulder playfully. "I told you I could do it!" Cherry argued. "Great." Adeline replied with a light smile. "Did you guys enjoy your performance?" "We sure did." Madeleine said nodding. "Yeah...it was great." Cherry added agreeing with Madeleine. A few moments later, the last auction began. The item was an art piece called 'Naked Truth.' It depicted a painting of a forest and a young woman made of flowers, stretching forth her hand towards a man who

Doing anything, everything. By sunrise, I had sent fourteen proposals, not one reply. Story of my life. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. Seven-thirty. Wonderful. Another day. Another opportunity for disappointment. The design studio was unusually quiet that morning. Rain tapped softly against the windows. The gray sky matched my mood pertectly. I was halfway through reviewing floor plans when my phone buzzed. It was Chloe. I answered immediately. "If you're calling to tell me I've won the lottery, I love you."