Ubi Amor Ibi Dolor Novels & Stories

"I can't sleep. I just need to know if you're doing okay. I need to know if your injury has gotten better, or if you're tired from work." Pain darkened his gaze as he studied her. "Mom told me you're on sleeping pills now. Christ, Bella... I've been such an asshole." "Why bother apologizing?" Her voice stayed lifeless, "Do you really think 'sorry' erases anything?" Damian recoiled as if struck. His lips parted—nothing came but hollow silence. Every feature contorted with gutted remorse. "I once thought I could rely on you for the rest of my life, but you disappointed me, again and again," Bella continued coldly. "I don't need your apologies anymore."

I closed my eyes at his touch and gasped softly. "Damn it! I'm sorry, baby. Please stop crying. I'm sorry," he whispered, pulling me into a tight embrace. "I will only be gone for a little while. 6 months. 6 fucking damn lonely months without you, baby. But of course, I'll try my best to come home every month. Maybe three or four times a month. Do you really think I could just leave you here just like that? Damn it! I love you so much, and if I could find another way to do this so we wouldn't have to be apart, I would do it, but there's no other option. Damn it! Please stop crying, my baby. Fuck! My brother's gonna pay for this! This wouldn't be happening to us if he had just taken care of h

“Of course, you will. By the way, Eriana had already discussed the plan here in Las Casas. Maybe, it’s time to reflect and to move on here in Las Casas de Amore.” “You’re right, Atalia. Las Casas de Amore is a beautiful paradise for us. We’re lucky to be part of it because not all women like us can visit the paradise.” Atalia nodded. “Well, I could already see the sign board of Las Casas de Amore. It’s only 20 kms away.” “Take care, Tiffie.” Atalia blew her a flying kiss before she hung up. ---~~~---

Walking up, I see the video on the screen shaking and not sure if this is normal. My mom hands me our family knife, and we follow the directions. I then hand the knife back to my mom. The camera shakes and, at first, I think it is an earthquake when the loud booms begin. The Amory yells through the directions and has us walk up to the fire. In Latin, he sends a chant to the Norns, asking for a smooth shift and a long life for all. I then reach to the fire when I hear the scariest and loudest scream come from the screen. At that moment, the fire rises and encompasses the group of us. It blinds me as I fall into darkness. I see more than one figure in the fire and it is so hazy, nothing makes

it is the him who is standing with a red face not because of some shyness but because of his rate of anger issues is at its highest peak. I thinkI am gone.

he'd been incredibly uncomfortably even with uttering those words. "Why do you say so?" I questioned.. "I ..it's just...I just feel so" the janitors whispered.. "What else do you feel" I questioned again..he seemed to be afraid of the idea if. Liking the same sex.. "I've been watching porn, and I'm ..what's the word.." He chuckled .. "Infatuated" I guessed.. "Yeah, that's the word..,infatuated with the idea of su...of ..suckinganothermansdick" he rambled further..

Her bruises throbbed, and every movement she made sent waves of agony through her chest, where Garret’s fists had landed, the force of his blows leaving her gasping for air. She could feel the rawness in her skin as she shifted in her corner, trying to find some semblance of comfort, but nothing eased the pain. Her abdomen, too, was a constant source of torment. The cramping, the sensation of pressure building deep within her, felt as though something was wrong. She instinctively curled her body tighter, but it only worsened. Her breath quickened, short gasps escaping her lips, as tears welled in her eyes. She could barely think straight, her body wracked with pain.

He gently patted the man on the back and decided that he would leave tomorrow, he needed him and he was the only one there to sympathize with the pain he was feeling. “God must really hate me. He let me love the woman who can’t love me back. I own Amara in everyone’s eyes but in my heart, no. I’m stuck! Fucking stuck. I only loved Amara like this because of her so I slowly changed. Am I too bad? ” Words for words. The pain of the words he said and seemed to choke his heart. Slowly tears fell in her eyes and she just realized she was crying for the man.

[Amor’s POV] “Let me see,” she almost yelled at me. I took my hand back. “What do you want?” I asked her vexingly. “To apply this medicine on your wound,” she said. Giving her a look, I got up from the rock and headed near the river. She followed me. “Amor, I don’t care about you.” I shut my eyes, then skimmed it from the river to her. “Then show me you don’t care about me. You can’t come with medicine in your hand for a wound in my hand and tell me you don’t care.”

When she was done, she didn't know how she walked back to the kitchen without falling on her face. “Oh my god! Did you see that hottie?" She grabbed Lisa and squealed immediately she entered. "Yeah, I saw. I saw how you were gushing and almost drooling all over the poor man!" "I was?..." Cora asked in surprise. She didn't know she was that obvious "Yes, Corazon!" Lisa rolled her eyes upward. "He's American. I can bet he's on holiday, looking for a pussy to make his time in Spain more enjoyable. So please get your head out of the cloud if you don't want to get hurt!" Lisa snapped