Say No More Mon Amour Novels & Stories

"If your boyfriend wants to bring you flowers and act a romcom with you, you do that on your own time. Not on company time, okay?" She nodded obediently. "You're not a toddler, Marie. Use your words." "Yes, Sir." "Good. Now, toss those and let's get back to work." "Toss?" She muttered, raising her eyes to me again. "Nobody in the conference room is going to have a vase for you to put those in. And you might like roses but there may be people in there who are allergic to them. We're not putting my staff in any danger so you and your lover could play Romeo and Juliet. So yes, toss," I ordered, pointing at one of the garbage bins in the hallway.

It was the desperate gamble of someone pushed to the edge. All morning, unease sat in my chest. I thought that once the banquet ended, everything would be fine. But near the end of the event, after Old Mr. White finished his speech, Celeste suddenly stepped forward. "Grandpa, I have good news to announce too." Although Old Mr. White disliked Celeste's mother, he was still fairly kind to Celeste. "Oh? What good news does my second girl have for this old man?" Celeste's gaze swept across the room, then fixed on me. She smiled brightly, almost shyly.

“Sometimes you let yourself enjoy them. Even if chaos waits tomorrow.” I didn’t know what to say. My mouth opened slightly, then closed again. What could I possibly say to Mona Morano—the woman who looked like she’d kissed kings and buried them too? My fingers tightened around my glass. The ice had melted. The water was lukewarm now, but I kept holding it, like it could cool the heat still thrumming through my skin. Mona finally looked down at me. Her expression unreadable but not unkind. “You don’t have to explain yourself,” she said. “Just… don’t mistake the moment for the story.”

"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!"

"Bend over. I don't repeat my words." "You're not playing fair game, sir." "I don't like playing fair." "I'm not stopping you." "Or to spend more time with your new girlfriend?" "Don't tempt me, Ms. Martin." "Oh!!! I'm not doing anything, Mr. Johnson." "I fucking hate you." "Didn't you know it, Rose?" "It's over." "You never fail to make me speechless." "I know heaven's a thing; I feel it when you touch me." "You're mine."

Monet leaned in, the neon pink lights reflecting off the gold rims of her glass. "Girl, my phone has been blowing up since six this morning," Monet shouted over the beat, her eyes gleaming. "I’ve got clients I haven’t heard from in years suddenly asking if I can 'squeeze them in' just so they can ask if I really know the girl on Damien Blackwood’s arm."

Brandon Hawthorne said if I wanted to marry him, I had to prove I was tough enough to be a Hawthorne. He took my bank cards, ditched me in a city I'd never been to, and made me figure out how to get home alone. When my fever hit 104°F, he still refused to let the family doctor through the door. Instead, I had to smile through dinner with a house full of Hawthorne relatives while I could barely stay on my feet. And every time I finally asked Brandon for help, he looked at me like I'd failed him. "You can't even handle something this simple. How are you supposed to be my wife?" But when his childhood friend, Patty Rowan, got blisters from her shoes, he picked her up and carried her away

Mona said with a fake innocent look. "he is right, I don't want to see you ever again... Stop disturbing me" Damon said with a stern voice. "darling what are you talking about, I know you love me " Mona said. " I have never loved you. You were just a slut who opened her legs to me whenever I wanted " Damon said. " no I will not leave, I know you love me.. Tell me what I did wrong " Mona said. " just get out of here "Damon said.

Her eyes flashed with annoyance "I'm perfectly fine, Mr Snow. I don't need your commentary" "But it seems like you might need a reminder to breathe" I added, my words blunt, yet holding an underlying hint of concern. "I told you, I'm fine!" she retorted, irritation seeping into her words. I held her gaze, my expression unchanging "Rima, your denial would be more convincing if you weren't sweating like you've just run a marathon" That was the last straw "Jacob!" she snapped, her voice echoing in the quiet cabin. I could see Lucas and Angelina trying to stifle their smiles at our exchange.

“So you already knew, huh…” I didn’t deny it. I heard him sob on the other end of the line, and goosebumps rose on my skin in disgust. “I’m sorry, okay? I know I shouldn’t have done that, but any other man in my position would’ve done the same thing! “Forgive me this once, please! I’ll never do it again, I swear!” I didn’t say a word. He took my silence as hesitation and quickly pressed on. “Please, come back, Vanessa! I’ll do anything you want!”