Novel & Cerita Mi Amor Quiero Hacerte Mia

She said, “Thanakorn loves me so much that he would do anything to make me happy, even if it means eating extra spicy foods.” On hearing this, I bit my lips harder to stop myself from whatever that was about to happen and took the glass of water to the dining table. I set it beside Korn and watched as he was almost done with the food. This time, he did not bother to glance in my direction, but in my heart I had only four words to say to him: I hate you, Korn.

, Mia smirked , wiping away her tears. "Now let the game begin because I am going to enjoy it where you will become my puppet and dance according to my wish. You don't have any idea Khushi who did you mess with this time? ",Mia questioned ,laughing like a maniac. "You stole Abeer's first kiss, no? I will make sure to steal everything from you.",Mia smirked , thinking about her plan, laughing like a devil.

Mia groaned in dissatisfaction. She was asking about Dean. How was she supposed to know how he was? "Why, Isn't he your lover boy?" Kaylar teased. "I hate him" Mia had a disgusted expression on her face. "There is a thin line between love and hate just so you know. " "So what?" Mia asked disinterestedly. "I'm willing to play matchmaker, you get what I mean?" Kaylar picked up a bowl of Chinese rice as she continued teasing Mia. … Back at the company.

He smiles, even though it's all shades of sad "Because I can't stay away from you. Because you're so fucking beautiful and I want to make you smile all the time. Because even though I'm not good at singing, quite unfortunately, I want to play your favorite song whenever you want to hear it. Because I want you to profess your undying love for me. So that I can tell you fucking ditto." Did he just say what I think he said? He reaches out a hand to cup my cheek "I want you, Mia. And I'm watching it tear you apart. And I hate myself for putting us in this situation but I wouldn't change it for the world. I don't know when it happened–"

He stroked my hair, but I didn’t want to care about his gentle gestures anymore. They’re not for me. “Lia, Lia, Lia…”, Ivor started calling my name. He was interested as if he had learned an interesting vocabulary. “Don’t call my name,” I said in anger. But he didn’t stop. “Your name is Lia,” he browed at me, laughing and saying. “My name is Lia. Lia, do you love me?” I was stunned by his question. “How could you possibly know about that?” I asked. “I see it, I see the fascination in your eyes. You love me, Lia, you love me.”

My voice trembled as I held onto her. She tightened her grip on my hands, her fingers trembling. "But I… I don’t want you to hate me. I just… I just want us to be the same friends we’ve always been." Tears slipped down her face. "Please forgive me, Maya, and I… hope you don't hate me." A strangled sob ripped from my throat as I squeezed her hand tighter. "I could never hate you, Mia! Never! You weren’t just my best friend—you were my sister! How could I ever hate you?!"

It sounds sexy, and my cheeks can't refuse to turn red. “I said, I love you, Amore.” “A-Amore?” “Yes. From now on, I will call you “Amore”. Meaning, love, because you are the love of my life.” “I understand what that means, Eli Madrigal. It's just that—” I swallowed, pressing my lips together. “It's just what? Don't you like it? Hmmm… does it sound bad?” “No, Eli. I actually love it. I'm just happy because that's what you thought of calling me. I love you, Eli.”

As she got to her house, she stormed in furiously anyone who saw her would know she had a bad day. “Mia cara, cosa ti ha fatto arrabbiare così tanto da non vedermi salutarmi?” _(My dear what has you gotten you so mad that you didn't see to greet me)_ “Mamma, sono Aiden, sembra che non mi ami più ed è tutto a causa di quella puttana spudorata che si fa chiamare sua moglie” _(Mama it's Aiden it's seems he doesn't love me anymore and it's all because of that shamelessly bitch that calls herself his wife)_

Kate’s hips bucked against my hand. “Right there, Mia… I want your hands there. I love you, Mia,” she cried out, her voice raw with pleasure. “Say it again,” I whispered, pumping my fingers faster, my thumb still working her clit. “I… love you, Mia,” she gasped, the words breaking into a moan.

4 months later! Seven months pregnant! After having some inner conversations with herself for almost an hour, Mia exhaled as she was about to take a very bold step. She reached for her phone on the desk, unlocked it, and went to her message board. She started composing a message to the person whose number was saved as "αγάπη μου." It meant my love in greek language. Mia found herself typing and erasing the text as she was trying to be careful with her choice of words. Sighing, She finally punched in some words and immediately clicked the 'send button' before she changed her mind.