Veni Vidi Amavi Novels & Stories

Stop. I hear a voice near me and now it was clear. "Eve! Look at me!" I turn to Adam and it’s just like he is about to lose control. No, don't worry. I tried to breathe and he puts that flame once again in my head but I grabbed his wrist and shook my head. I don't want to fall asleep again.

ANGEL URIEL (1755) "I know a Seelie who could help us know what this is. Normally he wouldn't help us but he owes me a favour", Jasmine said. "Okay aunt, be careful", Carla said. Jasmine went to the Fridge to take a slice of cake as an offering and juice. "Via temporis, iam clamo ad te via spatti Te ubio, aperire...Aperi! Via concursus, tempos spatium admi ut imperio!"

I just hoped we wouldn’t get caught up in something dangerous. "You want to learn my language?" he asked. "It sounds hard… but sure, teach me the basics." "Just say, Ti Amo, Marito. That’s the only phrase I want you to learn." "Oh please, that’s so easy. Ti Amo, Marito! See? I’m great at this already. Ti Amo means I love you, right?" "Ti amo anche io, mia moglie." I froze. That sounded intense. "Wait—slow down. What did you just say?"

And just immediately, the huge door was pushed wide open, and someone dressed elegantly in a suit began to walk into the room but the sunlight was too much that I could not see properly, I used my hand to cover my eyes till the person was close “Mi amor” I heard that voice that I will recognize even in my grave and their only one person that calls me Amor, which means…….my eyes widened in surprise as I slowly took my hand away from my eyes and there he stood, My man, My sunshine My everything The only reason why I chose to live again “Edwardo…?” I called as tears streamed down my eyes, and that's when I realized that everybody else in the room was gone and it was just us now,

“PLEASE… just kill me already!” Amore pleaded as tears started falling from her eyes. Amadeus couldn’t understand himself. When he heard Amore say those words, there was a sudden foreign emotion that creeps into his system. He doesn’t like what he’s hearing. He masked those foreign emotions by thinking that he didn’t like the way this woman is ordering him around. ‘Hell, who is she for me to follow her order?’ Amadeus thought. And just when he’s about to get up, Amore clung to his arms. And there, Amadeus felt a strange emotion again and he’s not liking it.

he asked without taking his gaze outside the window. "I-I just didn't know you would be beside me." "Well I can't blame you," he said, finally moving away from the window and shifting his gaze to her. His eyes, seeking for someone. "Come back to me soon, Amorivia." It was dawn when Amorivia had gone out. She wanted to wake up before the sun could light up everything, bringing colors to anything she finds colorless and boring. Well aware of her magical ability, she knows she can also make everyone see how she sees the world. A dangerous thought lingering in her head.

Like someone who had been looking for something for a long time and had finally located it and needed a moment to confirm it was real. When he opened his eyes they were entirely focused on my face. Moving across it with the unhurried attention of someone memorising something they do not intend to forget. "You have no idea how much trouble I went through to have you here, Amore." The word landed at the end of the sentence and sat there. Amore. I did not know what it meant. I turned it over in my head and found no translation and was far too aware of his proximity to ask the question directly, so I said nothing, which was becoming a pattern I was not particularly proud of but could not seem to

“Amor meus, lumen meum, in te invenio quietem.” Helena lifted her brow. “And that means?” Audrey’s voice dropped to a near whisper. “My love, my light, in thee I find my rest.” For a long moment, neither spoke. The air between them shimmered with unspoken sentiment, the way sunlight ripples on still water. Then, from somewhere behind them, came the low creak of the great library doors. Helena frowned. Visitors were rare during morning study.

I am looking forward to it. I ran my hand in my black hair and turned to look at my Best friend Christian Elvis, looked at me with a smirk and showed me a thumbs up. I chuckled and turned away, waiting for my bride to come and end this tormenting wait of mine. As I was waiting, one of my men came to me, “Mr Moretti.” He called me. A faint smirk crept upon my lips as I turned to look at him. He whispered something in my ears as my eyes widened in horror.

I said, as I waved my hand and chanted. “Quae visa et videntur et quae non videntur, Hic illa ambulet in inter Nuncius visorum et invisibilium perambulabit hic, Sine visuris vel audituris” (What is seen and what is not seen, Here she walks in between, The messenger of the visible and the invisible will walk through here, Without being seen or heard.”