Tormenta De Amores Novels & Stories

Aria I woke in a familiar atmosphere, in my room. The rays of the morning sun peered through the gap of the curtain and fell on my face waking me up from the slumber that I wished would never end. The surreal memories of last night attacked me from every side, the rise and fall of my chest increased as the pace of my heartbeat gradually turned rapid. The tears once again began gathering in my eyes but what could they bring? Nothing. Except for adding more to my misery, these tears were as useless as the mate bond between me and Hunter Rodriguez.

and it shouldn't be you Then he jumps out the window Minutes until I blinked several times and looked around in amazement, at her suspender T-shirt that had fallen off her shoulder, at that scattered bed, and at the tingling that she felt in her lips, to get up and put her fingers in her hair, and tears formed in her eyes, and she did not understand anything, and she did not understand what was happening with her. Two words in her ears Only..your inevitable destiny.. On the edge of the forest:

this way the atmosphere lightens for a bit for them to relax. "I'm Falkor Dalton and she's my mate Elora Astor" their smiles mean how they care for each other. "Marty Russey here this is also my mate Teyla Vixen" "Idris Voss here" "She must be your mate also?" I ask pointing to the other girl who wasn't introduced yet. "I'm Donna Enix and Idris isn't my mate," the girl said. "Oh, I thought he is your mate or Endrich? Are you all partners here? Fascinating but it twists my stomach out of nowhere"

"You are a pretty little thing, aren't you?" "Oh, sir. You don't have to flatter me. Trust me, I know that I am slowly wasting away. I see it in your eyes too. They are lifeless and soulless. My momma tells me that the La Amorita has gotten me and now my soul is gone." "The what?" "The La Amorita. It's a local legend from hundreds of years ago. I believe it came from Mexico." "She is the eater of souls and preys on those looking for love."

something inside him snapped. The pace deepened, roughened — not out of carelessness, but out of desperate need. As if he could somehow get close enough to protect her from every hurt, every fear, every shadow that had ever dared to touch her. They moved together in a fierce, clumsy rhythm, gasping each other’s names like prayers, until finally — with a cry muffled against his shoulder — Amara shattered. And Rafael followed her a heartbeat later, whispering brokenly against her skin, “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“It’s called the Estrella del Mar. I want to see you, mi amor.” I couldn’t resist that purring voice. “Give me fifteen minutes,” I said.

And the world would feel her wrath. The confrontation, a brutal, beautiful, and devastating reality, was not a war of words, but a war of the heart. Amara and Dante, two rulers, two forces of nature, two people who were once a single, unstoppable force, were now two strangers, two ghosts from the past, two people who were now on opposite sides of a new, more dangerous game. But the game, the new, more dangerous game, was a game of love, a game of pain, a game of a love so profound it was terrifying.

Amelia sprinted along the shore, the waves crashing against her legs, her voice breaking as she screamed into the wind. The ache in her chest was unbearable; she was torn between two lovers. She didn’t hear him approach. His arms wrapped around her from behind, and she instantly melted into his touch. “Andres,” she murmured softly.

Strong hands tugged on the hair at my nape, as I increased the strokes. “Yes, yes, yes! God.” She moaned, bringing my head down to kiss the corner of her mouth, her flushed face displaying a stunning beauty. Splayed nails dug deep into my flesh, a visceral indication that she was going to come. And so I pulled back, just enough to gather myself before driving into her on a bellow, her desperate moans not escaping me, she was loving the feel of me inside her. We were all tongues, intimately tied and a mass of liquified bodies. She belonged to me and I belonged to her, end off. No powers, or external jealous fuckers were going to separate this, us. This was magic, this was surreal, this was di

I could see her eyes getting glassy, she wanted to cry. "Are you gonna tell me or stand there and rain insults on me" I said and she shot me a glare "Three months ago, Dave told me he loved me and wanted us to be more than friends but I turned him down just because of you, and now I just caught you kissing his best friend, how exactly do you want me to feel, huh?" She said as tears flowed down her cheeks "Dave doesn't love me and I kinda didn't love him too, I thought I did but I don't, I have feeling for Adam, real feelings and..."