Pecado De Amar Novels & Stories

“I.. I don't need to punish you, you've done nothing wrong. I was just being jealous over a past relationship.. maybe it's because I was a virgin before I met you and I felt a bit insecure about pleasing you so hearing about your past sex intercourse.. hurt.” “All he did was give me head, several times.” I said truthfully, “We never took it further because he was scared of getting me pregnant. So you're the first to penetrate my vagina, Armin. Your dick made me cum when we first had sex up untill now. I only want you, Armin. Only you.” I arched my back so he could see how wet I was for him. I ran my fingers through my oozing pussy and moaned, “Armin.. This is all because of you.” I ran my fi

The angel of darkness said to Lame as she walked into the temple. "Why?" Lame was walking closer to the angel "Because I need my body back," "So sudden?" Lame fake her smile "Nothing just want to visit the heavenly gate, you should know I'm not used to living among you humans! or don't you want me to go back again?" "Why not, I will give you your body back on one condition" "Ha, ha, ha, ha, you have no right to say that because I helped you without giving any condition so the same"

’ she questioned. He stared at her, his eyes focussing on her pale skin and anxious eyes, and a heavy sense of sadness enveloped him. What had happened to his smart and wisecracking Pamela? He felt the heavy beat of guilt, aware of the enormity of what he had done. In typical Theodore fashion he had seen and he had conquered. Selfishly, he had listened to the voracious demands of his body and taken her as his lover, refusing to acknowledge the thoughtlessness of such an action. She had been too inexperienced to resist the powerful lure of lust when it had swept over them so unexpectedly. He should have known better and he should have resisted. But he had not. He had done what he always did—h

He held both Carla's hands before everyone, portraying a repented soul before her. "I was left with no choice after that night you saw Jessica and I. I didn't know how to react but chose the wrong path. There's no day I don't think about you, regretting my actions. I still want you in my life, Carla. I still love you, " Pedro professed publicly. His confession left many gazing with happiness in their eyes, seeing this as a romantic moment. But to me, it was the opposite. Carla stared at Pedro, who repeated once again to her, "I love you, Carla. I still do," caressing her hands.

Badump, badump, badump, my heart thrummed loudly inside my chest. “Pietro, Il primo amore non si scorda mai.” (You never forget your first love) I don’t know how I managed to look straight at her after hearing her confessing to me in Italian. I felt drugged by her voice. “Anyways, L’amore non e bello, se non e litigarello.” (The course of true love never runs smooth). She continued. I don’t know if it’s just me, but it’s really getting hot in here. I can now see that Pericles is right. This really is a bad idea and I’m afraid that Lucrezia is already shooting on my defenses.

Guilt consumed Amy when she thought back on the night she tried to shoot herself and threatened to shoot her husband if he tried to stop her. Amy admitted she had problems before she became pregnant with Omar. But it seemed like when she found out she was pregnant again, everything in her life felt like it was changing for the better. It was like giving birth to a cherub when Amy saw Omar coming out of her womb and heard him crying for the first time. She would never forget how Omar looked up at her after the nurse placed his tiny body in her arms. He didn’t cry that much. Looking into her baby’s eyes was like getting a glimpse of paradise. She found everything adorable about her baby, inclu

D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶G̶a̶r̶y̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶y̶o̶n̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ I need to be alone Please don't look for me It's better I̶'̶m̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ this way I'm so sorry — Rowena Things needed to be kept brief. There was no time to say anything else. She had to get out before the others woke up. Or else she would never get to walk away. It was now or never.

he spoke, lightly tapping on her tear stained cheeks. “You don't want to believe that your love has deceived you,” he grinned, turning more barbaric. His choice of words ached her soul. He was confessing such brutal things to her with no shame or guilt. He was not looking guilty to confess that he had broken her soul with his betrayal and it hurt her beyond her endurance. “Then ask yourself whether Armando Zelvasco has deceived Flora Alfanso by showing himself as Easton Marzel in front of her or……she paused and thrusted her face closer to his. She gazed into his light cerulean orbs with nothing but pain and pain.

He stopped speaking, contemplated me and then nodded, lowering his gaze, “sure. You have all the right to. I apologise again. I shouldn't have…” “No, Amor. You don't have to apologise. Trust me, they are beautiful, but I am not this pretty anymore. I am filled with scars,” I said. “The Zeve you loved, the body that allured you... has changed a lot.” I said, gliding my hand from my breasts to my belly. Amor didn’t say a word and quietly sat, tensing his brows, clenching and unclenching his jaws. “Aquus entella,” I whispered, and a thick mist formed over all those portraits. When the mist faded, all that was left was a smear of paint.

mind: the secret glances, the whispered promises, the hidden touches. I recall the rush of adrenaline as we sneaked around, avoiding detection. But now, those memories taunt me, reminders of my failure. I glance around my room, the familiar comforts now feeling hollow. My icons, once reminders of my devotion, now seem like mocking echoes of my failure. The crucifix on my wall appears to judge me, Christ's eyes seeming to bore into my soul.I think of my congregation, trusting souls who look up to me for guidance. What would they say if they knew? Would they still listen to my words, or would they see the hypocrisy? My parents, devout Catholics who encouraged my vocation, would be heartbroken