Mio Amore Novels & Stories

Elio lets out an amused sigh and closes his eyes before stating: "Like that amount of money is going to hurt my bank account. I consider it a perfectly good investment. My wife is happy, and my house will be filled with the laughter of children. It suits me perfectly." "Sole mio?" I call tenderly. "Yes, Amore mio?" "Grazie."(Thank you*) "Anything you wish, Amore mio. As long as I know you are mine, there is no reason to deny you anything."

Kent again? “How are you, mi amor?”

Liam was basically walking on egg shells around me, never knowing when next I'll have another outburst, which he considered world war four. We've gone out on numerous dates, including his yacht which he bought a month after we met at the bar on my birthday. When I saw it, I'd cried. He named it after me; Mia. It is an all-white super-yacht which I knew cost him millions- possibly billions of dollars from the moment I saw it. I knew nothing about yachts so Liam basically told me a shortened version of its details.

I smiled because of the name I just called him. “Yes, mi amore” He giggled. I hung the phone up and just held the phone in my hand for a while. Mi amore is equal for my love and I can’t help but to shake my head. I am really in love with him. I just cannot explain the happiness when I am with him. Normally even someone that close to me doesn’t have any effect towards me but when it comes to Jesse all the feelings inside me is mixing up and creating an unbearable desire. “Jesse… Jesse…” I muttered his name.

he breathed, his voice a mix of concern and longing. She responded by slightly parting her lips and shutting her eyes. His hesitation dissolved into a surge of passion as he captured her soft tender lips with his, the kiss starting soft and tentative but quickly growing more fervent. His hand moved from her waist, trailing up her back, feeling the smooth curve of her spine beneath her shirt. She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her response heightened his lusty desire. Mark's hand ventured further, exploring the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, and finally, the swell of her chest. He cupped her breasts gently, his touch both reverent and filled with longing.

There are so many thanks that I want to say, but I can't say it, there are words I can't say, and I don't understand. She feels warm alone, so let her keep it in her heart alone. Paul Henry smiled and raised a glass of wine to her, "Thank you too, Fiona.” Both of them knew that the meaning of the other's words was not as easy to understand as on the surface, but the two had a good relationship without questioning. Paul Henry Shake a glass of wine out of habit, sniff a little before drinking, then frown. "Can't you drink it?"Fiona understood, touching her neck shyly, "I bought it at the supermarket, it's only $10 for a bottle of red wine."

She winked at her friend. “Whatever April, I have a meeting in thirty minutes as dad’s office, I need to be on the way” Ariana announced “Alright sweetheart, I will call you later, it’s almost 5am. You owe me $10,000 for cutting my beauty sleep short” April frowned at her friend. “$10,000? You damned thief! Be quick with your honeymoon and get your pretty ass back to LA” Ariana said “Oh isn’t this lovely? You miss me? I miss you too sweetheart,” April smiled sweetly.

He gives a wide tooth grin as our waitress immediately comes over while the hostess walks off. “The Italian Trinity has arrived,” Misha exclaims. “Come, sit, let’s get a bottle of wine. I assume you like wine?” “A Malbec, please.” Violetta sweetly requests. “You heard the lovely lady,” Misha says to the waitress who nods her head with a smile before walking off to fulfill our request. “Thank you for agreeing to this meeting. I know it may have caught you off guard. That was not my intention. I had planned to reach out to you when I had things more controlled with the filthy Mexicians who I believe may have sent that man to attack you, Violetta. When I heard that you thought I could be behind

"Look at me, Mario." He raised his head and looked me straight in the eye. "Mario, you're not competing with me over a woman, are you?" He blinked. "No, boss." "You lie. You think I haven't noticed the way you stare at her when you think I'm not watching. You're actually very bold to go after her." I let out a scoff, letting my hand travel down to settle on Gia's chest. "Dimmi, Mario. Perché ti innamoreresti di una puttana?" [Tell me, Mario. Why would you fall for a whore?"]

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