Veni Vidi Amavi Novels & Stories

she whispered, taking him by surprise. “Anch'io ti amo!” he whispered back, straightening up to gaze into her eyes. She noticed the curiosity burning inside him. “What did you say?” asked Amelia, not understanding much except the words, ti amo! “What did you say?” he asked instead, his eyes flashing with amusement and disbelief. Amelia blushed at his scrutiny, but she didn’t look away this time. “I love you so much, Matteo,” she whispered, noticing the swirling emotions in his eyes. There was a look of surprise, too. Maybe he hadn’t expected her to understand the term she used.

His mate was more important and time was running out. Translation: Flatus vocem meam audiunt, et levabunt vos de terra mea: winds that obey me, listen to my command and get him off the ground. Aperiam in arce effi cimur, et pavet Haemonias: open the portal to the witches' castle

"I don't," Ama smiled, taking a step to close the distance between her and Vivian. She cupped her cheeks, rubbing it slowly as if she was trying to figure out something and responded; "You can lie to yourself, Vivian but you can't lie to me. I can see it in your eyes, you know. Your burning desires, lust and also hatred," she removed her hand from her cheese and took a step back, "Your hatred for me, your hatred for the woman who owns your husband or should I say groom's heart?" She chuckled. "You guys aren't even married and also..." She paused, moving her face closer to Vivian. "He hasn't even touched you yet and even if he does end up touching you. He'll imagine me on his bed, Vivian. Jus

She was never our mother. Chi Diu ti perduni chiddu ca lu diavulu ti criò = May God forgive what the Devil created within you. Rest in peace.

Amore slowly opened her eyes. “Caity we need to go. I don't know where we are, but I really need to sleep.” Amore looks at Caity's swollen red eyes, sighing. Amore threw her head backward, then grunted “Ug, just follow me!” Amore slowly started going furder down the hill. Amore did not even bother to look back. She could hear Caity's footsteps echoing from behind struggling to keep up.

Her gentle touch felt amazing. "What does this mean? " she asked, dragging her finger along my lower back where the Latin words were written, just beneath the wings. "Odiant quamdiu timeant" It means, ‘Let them hate as long as they fear’ I replied confidently in Latin. She let out an impressed sigh while her hands stayed on my back. I quickly flipped over to face her while holding her hips, looking up at her. She laughed. Then she leaned down and kissed me. I held her head, savoring every moment.

Nunc mē videō, oculōs aperiō, et vōs mēcum est. Cor frīgidum, animus malus, animus īgnōtus, Vōs nūllam vīribus corrumpat, nūllam vīribus. Vōs adiungite mihi, per tōtum iter, per omnem rem.”

"If something goes wrong, it will not be good for you. Remember this" Throughout this conversation, I was looking at Alaric intently, or rather, was attracted to him. His presence was a great support for me, even though we did not know each other properly. Strong shoulders, dark silky settled hair from the night, eyes like hot cups of honey, tall stature, strong body, and soft nature are his strengths. Any girl will try hard to be with him.When he turned towards me, I lowered my eyes, trembling. My heart beat faster and I felt ashamed. I am no longer holy. I have no right to have such feelings for any special person. I will stigmatize my tarnished life as well as his. Thinking about all this

Gerard demanded, a resurgence of impatience in his voice. North swiftly retrieved his smartphone, deftly navigating to the image of Amelie at the piano. He extended the phone to Gerard, who scrutinized the photograph with intensity. The image captured Amelie in a moment of profound concentration. Her eyes were closed, and her fingers hovered over the keys with a grace that spoke of a deep connection with the instrument. There was an undeniable sense of passion and artistry in her posture. The room was enveloped in a heavy silence as Gerard studied the photograph. He couldn't escape the parallels forming in his mind between Amelie's fervor for the piano and Ivy's own love for music.

I gasp internally as I witness none other than our Senior Capo crying hysterically in front of a tree. "Amore mio" (My love) he looks up at the sky, wailing loudly, I look at the entrance, is Madam Guilia also arriving here? Why is he calling for her like this? "Il mio cuore, il mio amore" (My heart, my love) he rubs the ground. What is he doing to the ground?