Omnia Vincit Amor: Et Nos Cedamus Amori Novels & Stories

she replied, as she kissed him on the lips. "Iterum amare," Prince Cao said almost in a whisper. "Te quoque amo," replied her girlfriend and kissed his lips again. "Donec mors nos ex parte," declared Prince Cao, as he hugged his girlfriend tightly. "Until death," she responded harshly and clasped amicus' chest.

Then, they answered at the same time, "What distinction?" Augustine looked straight into Black's eyes, "We'll always use the same verb -aimer- which you translate as -love-. It's easier when you court a friend by declaring your passion for her daily... the drawback remains, however, the fact that she interprets it every time as pure friendship in all good..." Then he took a sip of wine. "Bianca, my delightful friend, be sure to clarify that you are talking about the color black next time, and it will prevent some people from living in an illusion."

“Tell me, is there any limit in getting our love?” His mind recalled the methods he used to marry his wife. A proud smirk played on his lips as he answered her. “No, Vienna. If it's true love then there is no limit. Everything is fair in love and war and we D'Angelo's gets whatever we want no matter if it's a person, place or thing. What we mark as ours, it's ours, even if we have to snatch it.” A shrill of current ran through her veins at her brother's words. “Viso. It means snatching is fair in love?”

Vincenzo leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers, and reached across the table to take her hand in his. “I want you to etch this night into your memory, bella—every glance, every gesture, every moment that belongs to just us,” Vincenzo declared, his eyes locked on hers, claiming her entirely. “Because when the world dares to try tearing us apart, it’s moments like these that will remind us of one simple truth: our love is stronger than anything.” “Nothing will tear us apart again,” Vittoria added, raising her glass toward him, her gaze steady and brimming with conviction.

The elders sat them down asked them questions and gave them advice on some of their problems. "I want to ask about something?" Eric said. "What do you want to ask?" one of the elders with a chubby face replied. "The thing is, am in love with a girl and I can't tell her I love her because I think she wouldn't accept me. But anytime I see her with other men my heart aches. I can't bear to lose her. what should I do?" Eric said. The elders smiled. "Young man, you see, I would advise you to open up what's in your heart to her, or else, you might lose her." the chubby elder said to Eric.

together: If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die. Every word of it had been true then, and it would remain so always. END OF BOOK SIX

"And if I choose the truth?" "Then we burn it all down together," Theodore murmured, his voice dropping to a low, seductive rasp before he stepped back into the shadows of the open library window. "Wait—" Adrian reached out, but his fingers caught only empty air. With the silent, fluid grace of a phantom, Theodore slipped out through the casement window into the rainy darkness of the gardens, vanishing into the storm before Adrian could even blink.

Damian POV My mind travels up and down the room as an unutterable feeling washes over me. I sit, and an unspeakable sorrow engulfs me, settling deep in my bones, leaving me bewildered. My everlasting love has been taken away from me. We once sat on a mountain on that glorious day and exchanged vows. He promised me he would never leave me. The recent turn of events has been going against my favour. He isn’t faithful and keeps secrets, but he’s still been sweet and loving at times. He knows how to make me feel good, even if it's built on lies. We are still partners, and I don’t want him to leave me like this.

[1] Vince wasn't a man who usually talked openly about how he liked reading, but he liked it and knew it was a passion of Lina's. He saw her studying and noticed how she always had a copy of Wuthering Heights with her. “Oh my, Vince!” she was more than thrilled. “You memorized it…” “I made my own version of the passage where Catherine talks about her love for Heathcliff. Or obsession … But ours, is love,” he pulled her towards him. “A deep love. I cannot exist without you, Guendalina.”

I vowed to honor his memory by forging a different path, one that embraced the light and protected those who mattered most to me. With each step, I left behind the echoes of our conversation, carrying forward the lessons learned and the determination to shape a brighter future. The victory over Eros marked not only the end of a battle but the beginning of a new chapter, where the strength of love and the wisdom gained from hardship would guide my every action.