Romans & histoires Say No More Mon Amour

he added and then turned around but the girl quickly grabbed his arm. "C-cain please stay, y-you still love me don't you?" She is now begging. Cain closed his eyes tightly and took Monique's hand and removed it from his arm and walked away. Monique was left speechless as she stared at the receding figure of the man she loved. She can't express how painful she was feeling right now because she already got the answer. Cain doesn't want to see her anymore. Maybe she should accept the fact that this is the end of their story.

“ Comment tu vas mon amour? “ he answered. “ Look here, you piece of asshole! You're going to erase those pictures right now or else.... “ Or else what, Amara? “ he questioned me with that French tone that everyone here had. “ Or else my father's lawyers will take you to court and I swear you will remember me for the rest of your miserable life! “ I felt so angry and I felt stupid for falling into the trap. I knew that if I sent those pictures something could happen but Jean Paul knew how to convince me. But it was the last time a man would play with me.

Before Samaira could respond, Monique had left her room, she felt weird ‘Why would the company cancel the shoot, take her passport away and now Jeff the director wants to take them for sight seeing instead of working on the project,’ ‘Guess I’m thinking too much,’ She entered the bathroom and stripped, after getting done with shower she stepped out to change, she wore a classic denim and a white top, just as she slipped into her top, the bell rang repeatedly again, Samaira was pissed off at Monique’s kiddish behaviour She rushed to open the door while still pulling her top down “Aha! Mon amour, you got a beautiful skin,” Jeff looked shamelessly at her cleavage and slightly revealed stomach “

Un rire sans joie s'échappe de ses lèvres. -Et quoi, les putes non pas droit à l'amour? s'enquit-elle la voix tremblante. -Non, on ne peut pas être amoureuse. L'amour n'est pas fait pour nous. -Tout le monde a le droit d'être amoureux. argumente-t-elle. -Il y a une exception à chaque règle. Ses iris se baignent dans un océan de larme qu'elle essaie de retenir de couler. Kelly lui caresse tendrement les cheveux pour la consoler.

Amour groaned and went to her knees, holding her head tightly as some vivid images flashed through her mind ~~~~~ "I love you Amour and I'll go to any miles just to be with you. Why do you keep rejecting me?" A smirk curved up her painted lips. "I don't do love... Feed that love to the dogs" ~~~~~ Amour opened her eyes and looked at Rexton who had a word is look on his face "Amour, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Rexton asked. "Who are you? Have we met before?" Amour asked, staring at him with wide eyes.

Moreau would take it at face value and hope she didn't take any part of it the wrong way just in response to the man's words. "Not really. I would not ask for the mountain, even if you could give it to me. But since we are here and you are still a man with so much money. Maybe I'll say something like this... 'Habibi, I want a Buggati'." Was Moreau wrong to giggle?

her mama asked, but in a commanding tone, as if forcing Amour to say yes even though she should have said no. Again Amour nodded. However, her mother still wanted to hear an answer instead of sign language. “Since when did I have a child who can't talk, since when did you become a stutter,” the mama's jerk made Amour flinch for the umpteenth time. “I… yes, Ma. Amour heard and … understand what Mama said.” “Okay, let's hope you really understand and understand everything.” “Amour must understand and understand, Ma.”

she kept telling him, trying to say something but didn't want to hurt Lyon's feelings. "Lyon, I can't marry you." Amora answered directly. Lyon stopped. He slowly put the ring down on the table. "Amora—" "I'm sorry." Amora suddenly stood up from her seat and walked out in front of Lyon. Lyon was shocked. He didn't think that Amora would reject his offer of marriage. He thought they had the same feelings for each other. Lyon didn't even notice the tears in his eyes. (END OF FLASHBACK) Lyon downed a glass of whiskey again. He will never forget his first love and his first heartbreak. He didn't realize the time anymore and it was two o'clock in the morning. He put down his glass and looked out

“Camille, please. Don’t be so cruel to me. Just give me one more chance. Please—just one!” However, Camille’s voice remained steady and unmoved. “But Jameson, I don’t love you anymore.” Even though he already knew the answer, hearing her say it still shattered his heart.