Omnia Vincit Amor Novels & Stories

Weak. “Am I?” Loveth’s voice was silky smooth. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just not as clever as you think you are. Maybe you thought you could sneak around, play with fire, and not get burned.” Her gaze hardened, the pretense of pleasantry vanishing. “Let me make something crystal clear, Novah. Ashton Vince is *mine*. He has always been mine. He will *always* be mine. Whatever pathetic little fantasy you’ve cooked up in that shallow little head of yours… forget it. It’s over.”

Gathering the last remnants of his Soulborn power within him, ready to destroy Vince with all of his fury - when the dark lord reached Sephora's side. Sephora brought her sword up, blazing brightly against Vince's dark armour, and he met it with a spear of darkness, before lashing out - not towards Sephora, but towards Ambrose sprinting toward them. Darkness slammed into him, winding him, sending Ambrose gasping for breath. He tried to move, tried to get to his struggling mate, but he couldn't move - the world trembled under Ambrose's rage. But he could do nothing. He could do nothing, as Sephora lashed out again, with fire and with steel, only to be blocked and thrown back. Vince was playin

“Stop it! You’re so annoying! Stop teasing me!” But then Vincenzo’s face turned serious. He used his thumb to wipe the little tears that were still in her eyes. “Listen to me, Amore,” he said, his voice so deep. “There is no woman in this world who could ever replace you. There is no woman who could ever make me feel the way you make me feel. You are a ray of sunshine. You are the purest thing I have ever known. And I will never let you go. I am all yours. You are my wife, my queen, and the mother of my child. No one can ever take that away from you. So don’t ever feel insecure about yourself.”

E. VINCERE. I stare at the word inked onto my skin. It stands out stark black against the white of my thigh. It looks like a scar. It looks like a brand. But it isn't a mark of ownership. It isn't a debt. It’s a key. Aureliano thinks he is playing a game of chess with the Grecos. He thinks the goal is to survive. But Luca’s password tells the truth of this house. The goal isn't to survive. The goal is to win.

He thought while his frustration was building in After a moment of calming himself, he turned to her and held her gently, saying, Anna, look at me. She looked at him with her wet, innocent eyes, still hiccupping. ‘You won’t get pregnant. Trust me… I didn’t fall in love with you to make me pregnant.’ "Then what was that all about?" she asked in a low whisper, wiping away her eyes...somewhere, relieved to hear him. ‘Yes, we shared moments out of love, but it was not proper... When a couple does it whole, taking it to the final destination, then it’s called proper lovemaking, and then you will get pregnant.’ He found no other way to explain her.

asked Emma as she continued to cry. "Emma, you should know this thing. Looks don't win anyone's heart. Sure there will be an attraction but that fades away with time. The partners end up cheating and getting bored with each other. Remember, the day you find someone accepting you, the way you are, you have found true love. True love is beyond good looks." "Does that even happen in real life? I have only read such things in books." "One look at those people who have been married for years and you will know it. True love only happens when both the partners accept each other's flaws."

He spanked her asscheeks many times as it got pretty pink as he slammed his cock inside her again . " Arc-Archer , Please ...ahh " he was proud at the fact the his women only though of him . She was his to claim and only his to love ." Come Belle cum for me " her thigh tremble before she came and not long after she felt his warm liquid inside her . " Archer " she moaned .

A torn heart of hatred and yet loneliness throbbing out at me and tearing my own soul. “Keep going!” Leyanne barks, louder now, her chant rising, faster, sharper. “Ex sanguine nato, ex anima fracta, Vinculum tene, vinculum solve. Quod in tenebris ligatum est, ad lucem traho. Quod corruptum est, a carne evello. Non est tuum, non est meum - In nihilum redeat, in umbras cadat. Per sanguinem voco, per animam iubeo - -Exi ab ea. Exi nunc.

"Tell me you didn't enjoy every bit of it." I can't find words. My mind keeps spinning back to all the stories about him - the trail of broken hearts, the women he uses and discards. How could I have forgotten, even for a second, what kind of man Declan is? I try to escape again, but his hand clamps around my arm. Something inside me snaps. Before I can think, my palm connects with his cheek. The crack echoes in the empty hallway. A red mark blooms across his perfect face.

“I’ll go—” Vince suddenly grabbed his arm. “Wait.” “What?” Vince stared toward the entrance. “Who… is that?” Damien followed his gaze. And everything stilled. The murmurs grew louder. Damien blinked once. Twice. His drink lifted halfway to his lips, then missed. The liquid spilled down his face and collar. “Damn—” Vince muttered. But Damien didn’t even react. Because Benita… had just walked in. And she looked.. Vince let out a low whistle. “ You married well Damien. She looked so Aphrodite.”