Say No More Mon Amour Novels & Stories

"How'd you know? Were you stalking me, Monique? You a paparazzi or something?" "I'm really amazed by your hard work, Amora." Monique's voice was filled with sarcasm. "But I'm curious though. How many còcks are you able to eat up every night? Like the average." I lost it. I stopped munching my food, offended by those words. The students around us laughed and snickered too. "If I were you I'd shut up my mouth." "Oh come on, don't be mad. I was just asking." Monique didn't stop pushing me to my limits. "Besides, if I were born poor like you, with no family or friends, I would suck someone's dìck for a few dollars too―Argghhhh!"

me calling you my wife is the sexiest thing ever. "Oh yeah wedding preparations.. that we need to discuss.." I heard her shuffle a bit, 'babe let me not keep you, you probably want to bath. Let me do that too and sleep.. I can't wait to see you tomorrow okay. Stay hot.. I love you.' "I love you too Paris.. see you tomorrow.." Then she hung up. I turned to Amora and found her looking at me. One look I could not read specifically. "What?" She shook her head a bit, "please don't marry Paris okay... please even if it's not for me just please don't do it."

Julie( sourire) d'accord je t'écoute JMV : Julie, peut être que je vais te blesser par mon propos mais je pense bien que je dois me libérer Maintenant vois tu ? Julie: Que veux tu dire? JMV : (le coeur battant) Julie je suis amou.... Amoureux de toi je t'aime Julie ( coup de tonnerre. Euh... JMV amoureux de moi? Euh.... S'il te plait tu peux me ramener chez moi ? Je pense que c'est bon pour ce soir.

In the small room, various things were scattered on the carpet. "Oh, you just make a fool of me." Emily said contemptuously. Taking a deep breath, he turned his face to one side. "I love you and George, nothing more." Najaf approached her in her infancy and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Tell your mom about us." Emily shrugged. Due to which Najaf's hand fell from her shoulder. When Najaf's phone rang, she became silent. Najaf took out his mobile phone, put his finger on his lips and gestured to Emily to remain silent.

Plus I wanted her to smile, she had lost all joy. She stared at me with empty eyes that had sprinkles of skepticism in them as she shook her head “No, thank you, you should probably stay at home. There's been rumours going around and I am sure the rumors will get to them before I do” She replied quietly “Besides, you have a lot more interesting things to do with your life than go see a few boring old Frenchmen” She finished. “You think so? Well then, tell me about it if you change your mind” I replied. If she said no, I wasn't going to press on, she was a stubborn woman and I knew that she'd make up her own mind when she was ready.

"Don't you love me? If you don't, then why? Why have you always been so good to me?" "Because I promised your father," he stated, his voice deliberate and stern. "I have no romantic feelings for you. The only person I love is Cammy. Given the circumstances, it is best for you to be abroad." As he spoke, he took out his phone to begin the arrangements. With a sob of desperation, Chloe snatched a fruit knife from the hall table and raised it to her wrist. Jonathan moved faster, wrenching it from her grasp. The blade sliced deeply across his palm. She stared, horrified, as blood welled and dripped to the floor.

He used to run all over Monterra hunting for heating pad when I had cramps. Used to stay up all night just so I wouldn't fail another econ final. So when did it all flip? Maybe it was the first time he blocked me. Or the first time I said sorry just to end his silent treatment. Maybe it was when I stopped being me and turned into whoever he needed. Yeah. I'd simped long enough. I was done. The next morning, I took one last lap around Monterra—my home for eight years, and the place I was finally leaving behind.

I clenched my fists, met his gaze, then replied, "I know you're only marrying me because you feel indebted to my mother. But I don't need your gratitude. Go marry Celeste. Don't worry. I won't get in your way." "No. I'm not doing this out of obligation. I really want to marry you," Darius replied. His words were genuine, and his eyes brimmed with a mix of urgency and tenderness. Yet, no matter how sincere he sounded, it still felt like a trap to me. In my past life, I had spent years yearning for that warmth, but it never came. Now, I had finally let it go. Whether his tenderness was real or just another act no longer mattered.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

"Anna, the gallery is yours now. You're the one who's truly fit to run it. From now on, I'll kiss you every day. Darling, come home with me, okay?" My feelings shifted from shock to outright revulsion. Eric had never truly loved me, and he had no idea what I really wanted. I looked at him coldly, a faint smile playing on my lips. He tentatively promised, "Darling, I've planned a getaway to Amundra for us. I can't wait to take you to see the aurora. I know how much you adore them." Amundra was bitterly cold, and the aurora didn't excite me in the slightest.