Odio Amar Novels & Stories

"I can't get enough of you. I like hearing you screaming my name everytime that you reached your peak." Amara looked down a bit feeling shy. "Helios, what the hell?" He's really hot and she wouldn't deny it. "Are you getting shy, honey? Please, don't be. You can scream all you want when we're making love. No one would hear you." He licked the sensitive spot on her neck making her moan in delight. "Mmm.." Amara looked up to give him more access on her neck. She's starting to feel another great feeling that only him could give.

Ameira whispered while facing the mirror. Baby I can't deny I'm crazy for you You're the dream I have every night When you hold me here in your arms Our hearts beat as one We will always be together So everything will be alright. She thanked him and walked away without looking back. She's just scared. Scared of the fact that she's not normal. She can't... She might end up killing him or more than that. She isn't capable of loving someone. For this isn't a love story, and it will never be one.

“It’s called the Estrella del Mar. I want to see you, mi amor.” I couldn’t resist that purring voice. “Give me fifteen minutes,” I said.

Apparently Amar is also drunk and delirious. "Amanda ...," said Amar deliriously softly. Felix is ​​fully aware, it's just that he is increasingly aware and surprised when Amar says Amanda's name. Does his only friend also love his wife? Felix crouched right beside Amar, he listened to Amar calling out Amanda's name.

He stands up from the chair he was sitting on and starts pacing back forth while laughing on his own and moving his hands around in air. “No! No! No!” He suddenly gets in front of her face and leans in to her while breathing heavily through his mouth. Isabelle gets startled and leans back feeling his hot breath fan her face. She never thought he would turn into this obsessive person; this is not the guy she had loved for so long, he can’t be. “Mine! Only mine!” He grabs her face and squeezes her cheeks together hard enough to get a groan out of her. “Nobody’s but mine.” He rests his forehead on hers and slowly lets her face go and closes his eyes completely getting silent. Silence engulfs th

his green eyes began to change colour as his voice dropped an octave. He leaned down, his face merely centimetres from mine. His pointy nose was pressed against my small, broad, button nose, "all you have to do is say so, my Aphrodite," he whispered as he placed his face in the crook of my neck, taking in a long whiff before I felt his cold tongue running along my skin.

He never loved me, no one will ever love me, even my friends. No one!

“I promise…” =============== Damien Priest POV “Questo fottuto bastardo avrei dovuto ucciderlo quando ne avessi avuto la possibilità!” Amara shouts in Italian. {This fucking bastard I should have killed him when I had the chance…} I watch as she paces shouting at a dead body.

The thought of facing Dario's wrath was unbearable. Suddenly, a rustle in the bushes brought her to a halt. She held her breath, straining to listen. The sound of footsteps approached, and her instincts kicked in. She turned to flee, but it was too late. Dario emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding and fierce. The moonlight glinted off his dark fur, and his eyes, filled with a mix of anger and disappointment, locked onto hers. "Amelia!” He growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You had one job—to remain loyal to the pack and fight for the lack. And yet, here you are, running away like a coward."

“I had to hear it again. There is a lot that I am trying to comprehend, and I had to listen to what he has to say.” “You could have called me.” “I needed to listen to him without your anger taking over your thoughts. Do you really think that I don’t see your rage in your eyes? And it is not simply about the mist, him being the breach, or anything that happened in this war.” Damon said, his tone angrier than I expected it to be. “Damon…”