Odio Amar の小説・ストーリー

The town has this mystic old-style vibe like it's stuck in the 50s. "Code 00-17-1 in Narrow River. I repeat, 00-17-1 in Narrow River." The radio buzzes and the almost robotic female voice of the dispatcher follows. I've never heard this code before, it's in no book I've read. But even so, neither Jamie nor another patrol from the area seems to care. Jamie just keeps driving, as if the dispatcher never called. "What's this code? I've never heard of it." "You know all codes?"

Even though he had slept at the early hours of the day, he didn’t have a single nightmare and was only woken up by her when she was studying his face or something. “Oh my God,” he heard and woke up from his trance immediately, switching into protection mode as he glanced around and then at Ava who has screamed but rather than see fear in her eyes, the sapphire blue eyes were actually twinkling as she squealed, “it’s my favorite song.” And then he listened and heard Mac Anthony’s Vivir mi vida playing. “Chica, want to dance again?” He heard Antonio and cursed, “this is my favorite song.” “Mine too,” Ava seconded and stood up, placing her hand on his.

she stood up and walked to him. Both sides of her lips curved sadly as she hugged him from behind but still he made no move or say anything. Amara then pressed her face in his back and began to cry bitterly. "You are not feeling well" Gio hushed "Stop crying or you will break" he warned. Slowly like he was been forced, he turn back and hugged Amara. His Jaw sat on her head as he blinked rapidly, trying to stop himself from crying. "I don't care if I will break!" Amara sniffed as she wrapped her arms around his torso "I love you Gio"

"You t—" Ramina ended the call before he could finally finish his words. She doesn't need those words anyway. Her day was already ruined because of the message her friend just sent to her. From: Maria Nicole Are you busy? Let's have a drink later, can we? My boyfriend cheated on me. "Asshole," Ramina whispered to herself while gritting her teeth.

Amada did not answer the question, just kept shouting: "Do you hear what I say? Are you deaf? Let me go, do you hear me?" Wearing Amada has a clear reaction of dislike. Dylan doesn't seem to want to respond to Amada. It was very difficult to have the opportunity to correspond with Amada, Dylan could never miss the opportunity to talk and converse with Amada. Dylan believes Amada still has feelings for him. Amada will give him another chance. Amada's mouth was full of bitter, harsh words, but Dylan knew inside Amada was just a soft girl. She will easily melt when coaxed and spoiled. Above all, Amada is always willing to forgive others. Is Dylan too understanding of Amada, or is he too cocky t

” Bobby shook his head. “I love eating seafood especially ‘fleur de la mer’.” It made the boys laughed. “Too bad, the first point will be for the boys. It will be either Carter or Lowell. You may step forward if you are that I’m describing about.” The blonde hair tall man stepped his feet forward. He flexed his biceps. “Carter, we never know that it’s you?” Carter snatched the microphone from Eriana. “Yeah, and eating shrimps will let me rush to the hospital.”

Chapter 26 Jealous Silence Damian’s POV “Do you crave strawberries or Vanilla slices this time?” Her infectious laughter rang uncontrollably through the hallway like damn music. Soft, warm, soothing... his music. “I want both flavors, Dr. Rami,” Amara teased, from the living room, still laughing heartily. “Don’t sin by depriving a high hormonal pregnant woman of options.” “Coming right up, Sunshine,” he replied sweetly, in his playfully manner.

Amara whispered, admiration in her tone. And I love that you've overcome so much. Damon replied, his gaze warm and full of pride. As her hand moved lower, trailing over his abdomen, Amara couldn't ignore the tension between them. She felt his muscles tense under her touch, and a smirk tugged at her lips. Damon, she asked innocently, watching his jaw tighten. Amara. What are you doing? He asked, his voice strained. Just admiring my mate. She replied, her fingers venturing boldly.