Spanish Love Deception Novels & Stories

“It’s just that there is such thin line between love and hate.” “Nope, not this one. No love, no line. Just pure hatred.” “Are you sure? What if what you call ‘hate’ is just a deep liking for Dominic buried in your subconscious?” Imogen asked, a teasing smile on her face. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her. “No, Imogen, just….no.” “Fine. I won’t say I told you so when it happens.” “Nothing is going to happen, Imogen. Seriously, what have you been watching?”

He latched on, sucking hard enough to bruise, his teeth grazing my skin as he pounded upward relentlessly. “This greedy little cunt is dripping all over me. You are making me so damn hard, excited like never before.” His words ignited something feral in me, a mix of triumph and shame twisting in my chest. I was the one doing this to him, not her. My body pleased him, milked him, but he thought it was Trina. The deception fueled my desperation. I rode him like my life depended on it, thighs burning, sweat slicking our skin. He obliged with a savage grunt, flipping our positions in one swift motion despite the darkness.

“Let's talk deeply, Amore. I don't want to ruin what we have.” “First of all, you say we have been together for a long time. But that's useless now! You are my ex-husband and I am not going to remember what we had. Secondly, you pretended to be someone else in front of me to trick me and fool me. Eli Madrigal was my loved one, but not Eldifonso Suarez. But I am shattered knowing both of them are fake!”

You of all people should know me very well, you should know full well the fact that I am not the type that fool people I tell the f****** truth at every f****** time. And you know fully well that I will never learn to deceive you, that's why I made it known to you that I I'm not interested in you and never was interested, I was only with you all along because I haven't found true love and no one could deny that fact, True Love doesn't lays in sexuality or having sex with someone, show love lies in being able to find that one who makes your heart beat really fast, and makes your heart feels like it's about to tear apart it makes it pounds and never stop beating,

I’d once thrown away, held it high, and begged humbly: "Seraphina, I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong! It was Isolde… she figured out I might have feelings for you, so she kept faking her illness to trick me. I was too arrogant, that’s why she fooled me for so long…" How ridiculous! He loved me? How could he possibly love me?

Desperate times call for desperate measures. That was exactly what Bridgette did to Philip. She trapped him into believing that the child she was carrying was his, even though she knew it was terribly wrong. But when Philip discovered the truth, he was furious and filed for divorce. What would happen to her child? Who would the child grow up calling "Dad"? What if, one day, fate brought her face to face with her child's real father again? Would she finally tell him that their one unforgettable night had created a life? Or would she once again let another man bear the responsibility for her child? Enjoy reading! ^_^

He immediately stopped assaulting Ariel’s lips and backed away reluctantly. “Isn’t that what Leonel and his fake girlfriend did to deceive us? They put on a show, exchanging saliva and making public displays of affection, pretending to be in love. How low and desperate can one get, especially coming from someone who claims to be confident in love to run the company?”

Thank you for reading "Love And Secrets❤️ I love you guys so much 🥺=== Fuck friendship! Fuck my fucking crush on him! Fuck their stupid fight! Fuck... Fuck everything! It's all fucking bullshit!

a sign, a crack in her husband's mask that would reveal the truth he was hiding. "Are you sure?" she whispered, slowly sliding down to sit on his lap. Alejandro welcomed the closeness, wrapping his hand around the curve of her waist. He knew his wife suspected something; her movements gave it away. But Alejandro was always one step ahead. His motto was: "Deception at its highest form is not lying... it’s making the other person never suspect the truth." "I swear," he replied, letting his voice sound relaxed, almost affectionate. "The only thing I want right now is to enjoy your company, your scent, and your skin."

And as his last message denies giving up its stinging effects, I’m left with eyes stung by tears… again. “Fuck.” I don’t want to cry. I have done enough of that already. But every word, every pause, every intonation that comes with ‘Love, whatever you see after now, know that what we have is not a deception. I’ll remain the man you adore, the same one that cherishes you. Now and forever. Te Amo’ carries a share of turbulence fierce enough to slit through mountains.