Ubi Amor Ibi Dolor Novels & Stories

A black butterfly perches on my thumb, wings fanning the scent of rot and jasmine. “Bon (Good).” I step toward Mamá Marisol’s bubbling ajíaco (healing stew), the pot brimming with okra and crab claws. “You taught me ghosts starve without fear, non (right)?” Marisol clutches her medalla (saint medal), the silver Virgin Mary glinting. Her hands still bear burns from last summer, when Esteban’s men torched her herb garden. “Oye, niña (Listen, girl),” she whispers, “this is darker than *Papa Legba’s* tricks.”

“You’ve always been my son.” In truth, she hadn’t been close to him. For years, she’d seen him as the product of something terrible, something that broke her. But now… now she saw him differently. She lifted him onto her lap. “You’re the one who doesn’t call me Mommy. Or even Mama,” she teased lightly. Devon looked up at her. “Do you know what Amor means?” “Huh?” “It means Love in Spanish.” “What?” she asked, eyes widening.

AMARACHI Nonso loves me? Did i just hear him right? I finally understood why Rebecca never liked seeing me with Nonso. Suddenly I felt this unexplainable disgust for Nonso. How could he betray Rebecca like this? "Amara"Nonso said softly as he cut through my thoughts. I looked at him and just felt nothing but disgust for him. "Amara I love you deeply"he said once more as he held on to my hands. I released my hands from his grip immediately and glared at him.

*** Author's note: Sorry for the late update, I was going through some difficulties and stopped the book, but now I'm back and it would go as normal. Thanks for the support.

Mais à cause de tout ce qui s'est passe je suis bloquée à l'idée de. -Tu sais l'amour c'est savoir pardonner ce qui est impardonnable. Nul n'est parfait, il n'est pas un ange Léa, il a le droit de commettre des erreurs. L'amour ça fonctionne si tu crois en vous, il faut écouter la petite voix qui parle à ton oreille. La petite voix te dit quoi? La jeune femme leve les yeux vers sa mère faisant semblant de réfléchir un moment , puis un sourire rehausse ses lèvres . Elle saute au cou de sa mère avant de lui faire un bisou sur la joue.

Like any other girl, she was insecure too. "What type of question is this, Yami? How much do I love you? Count the stars in the sky" he replied irritated still not looking at her. How can he describe in words how much he loves her? Nothing can describe his love and hence his irritation. She bit her lips to control her tears after his plain answer. Can't he just tell her? Is it so hard for him to describe his love for her? It was her first time in love, her love was immature and impatient. She just wanted some assurance from him but she didn't get any. Because for Abhimanyu, lovers don't need words, but he forgot that he is experienced in love, she is not.

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.

“Good. Because I don't do love. I give you something to obsess over, while I slowly get what's mine. Are you up for it?” I can barely feel my legs. “What if I don't agree?” His hand slowly moves up again, his fingers firm on my ribcage. “You might want to easily give up on getting Caleb, but surely not me. Everything I want to do to you still stands.” I shake my head. “I'm never giving up on Caleb.” “So, what's it gonna be, arcoiris ‘rainbow’?” Everything in me is screaming not to agree. Though I want Caleb for myself, Jeremías' words send a shiver down my spine.

“T-toby-“ A cry escaped her lips and she squirmed. Her body was on fire and her mind was a mess, but Tobias wasn’t stopping. He was hellbent on showing her that her words had been wrong, as well as reminding her of who she belonged to. “Tob-ah-“ Another wave of pleasure washed over her, and the moment it did, Tobias released his seed into her. A growl left his lips, his hands gripped her thighs and his nails dug into her skin, but Amara was too overwhelmed with pleasure to even feel any pain. Tobias, somehow, still managed to keep his body up. With both hand on either side of her head, he used them as support and looked down at her, panting. “I’m sorry,” Amara apologized, a light smile on he

Sia watched as her husband got rid of his trousers and kicked them away and lowered in the large round bathtub and sia heard him hiss because just as she said his injuries were vulnerable to the hot water "Just a little more"sia whispered as she ascended on the steps and carefully stooped down, so she could match up to his level. Emiliano had his eyes closed as he adjusted to the burning sensation his body was suffering, but that wasn't it because immediately Sia's soft smooth hands connected with his skin, he flinched a little and knew he would be tortured. Sia on the other side was being careful not to cause him pain but seeing how he kept moving away each time she scrubbed him with a bath