Pecado De Amar Novels & Stories

“I can’t afford that. Not now.” Amanda slipped her arms around her, resting her chin on Scarlet’s shoulder. “You don’t have to forgive him. Don’t confuse guilt for love. He hurt you, Scar. He cheated—with your sister. Took everything that was yours. Let him cry, sure. But don’t let him wash the blood off that easy.” Scarlet’s eyes glistened, but she didn’t cry. She nodded once, swallowed hard. Then her phone buzzed on the counter. The sound broke the quiet like a glass crack.

“You said I was beautiful when I was reckless.” His gaze dropped to my mouth. “You still are.” His words consumed me, yet the defiant part of me shook my head. “You don’t even remember that day.” His eyes were already on me when I looked up, like he hadn’t stopped watching me. Rain beaded on his lashes, ran down the curve of his jaw. We stood there, suspended between the past and the present, between memory and temptation. Stroking my cheeks, he whispered softly, ” I don’t need to remember. God, Amarachi, if only you could read my mind right now. The things I want to do with you, the things I want to do for you. All things nasty and dirty and loving.”

“It means sacrifice. Discipline. Purity of mind and flesh. And yet-” He turned to face Valcoz, chest heaving. “-I crave you. Not just your body, not just the way you whisper my name like I’m something precious. I crave you, Valcoz. And it makes me sick.” Valcoz’s eyes softened. “Then let yourself be sick.” Jacquiem laughed bitterly. “That’s easy for a demon to say.” “No,” Valcoz murmured, stepping forward. “That’s easy for someone starved of love to say. Someone who sees it and clutches at it, terrified it’s a lie.”

The confession hung between us, heavy and sharp. “I love you,” I said quietly. “I am just human. I get angry and do the wrong things, but I really do love you, Ayala”. She looked away. That was the worst part. Not her rejection. Her indifference. The next week, I tried to fix it. I booked a weekend trip. Italy. Lake Como. Something romantic. Something private. She refused. Said she had work. I knew she didn’t. And that night, I cheated again. Worse this time. Because this time, I wasn’t drunk. I wasn’t angry.

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

To fix those ugly scars, I had lost count of how many times I had lain on the operating table. Still, what did any of it have to do with Alan? He couldn't hold it back and started crying. "I was wrong. I shouldn't have let Brenda take your place at the wedding you'd waited for. I've been waiting for you to come back so we could have another one that is bigger and more beautiful than the first. Will you let me do that?" A wave of disgust hit me, and I shoved him away. "What were you thinking back then? Weren't you enjoying your little affair with Brenda?"

Her face looked pale in the gray morning light. Amara hesitated before speaking. “Mom,” she whispered. “Please talk to me.” Her mother didn’t look up. “There’s nothing to talk about.” “I’m sorry,” Amara said, her voice breaking. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” Her mother’s hands tightened around the blanket. “You think sorry can undo what you did?” Her voice trembled but didn’t rise. “You think I can forget what I saw in that room?” Amara’s throat closed up. “I didn’t plan it. I swear I didn’t. I just—” She paused, her voice shaking. “I love him, Mom. I love Jace.”

“Like I always tell you, when I find a woman good enough for me, I’ll take her.” “You’ll end up alone if you keep looking for someone that doesn’t exist.” Her nostrils flared as she stared directly at her brother. “Do you remember what you told me when I said I have feelings for Morello?” “That you should stay away from him?” I could imagine Eros’s brows quirking up in suspicion. “No!” Amara looked offended. “You said that if he loves me, that is good.” “Are those my words?” Amara turned the camera toward a very confused Eros with a tilted head and searching expression. “Well, it is true. No one is ever good enough for someone. You have to make yourself good for them.”

Ximena's heart sank at the pain in his words. “Marco, I'm so sorry! I didn’t mean for any of it to happen; it was a mistake. I’ve regretted it every single day,” she pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks like a river of sorrow. “That’s why I hesitated when you suggested I stay with my mother... I hate myself whenever I see Lucas. Please, I love you. I can’t lose you. Just give me one more chance.” “How can I trust you?” Marco's voice turned primal, shaking her as he held her shoulders with a fierce grip. “You’ve betrayed me once; how can I be sure it won’t happen again?”

” ”Adriel” Aman replied. ”Adriel Andrew Kingston, just like Rose Andrew Kingston“ said Fabian. ”You know there was a time when I used to write "Rose Fabian Anderson" everywhere. I used to throw coins in ponds and lakes wishing for my dream of making you mine come true. But I guess fate had other plans. It fulfilled your love story while it snatched my love away from me.” ”What you felt for me was never love. If it was you would never have tried to do anything that caused me pain. You know, if you truly love someone then their pain hurts you more than it hurts them. Your actions caused me so much pain” Rose said.