Novel & Cerita Vino El Amor Capitulo 50

he said I held my hand on my chest as I watched Andre, knowing that when I felt hatred towards him despite his heroic role in defeating the center, he took his little bottle out of the bag and began pouring himself a drink. All but Leon sat outside the hut, we let him sleep a little, and Andrei began to talk about the city and his adventures with the girls there. "Oh, that pretty girl with hazel eyes, I couldn"t get her out of my mind. I wanted to confess my love to her, but she"s going away tomorrow, and the sad thing is that she"s getting married," said Andrei and started crying. Everyone around laughed, he was now drunk and drunk, and after hearing those words of him went like a sword in

Emiliana It had been five years since I had last seen him. Five years since Giovanni last told me he loved me, kissing me with everything he had. It was hard on both of us, knowing we had to part once more and the more we spoke that night, the harder it became. Neither one of us wanted to leave with bad memories–despite losing Vinnie–so he held me, promising the following two days would be filled with happiness.

When they asked Alistair to respond, he only said one thing. "I loved her." He was looking at me when he said it. The council members exchanged glances. "Alpha Blackthorn," the eldest said, "you injected Moonflower Essence into a pup while your mate's mother died without it. You fed that woman's ashes to an animal. You imprisoned your mate in a cellar. That is not love." Alistair's face crumbled. He had no answer. After the deposition, Gideon walked me to my car. "You handled that well."

He choked so hard I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “Were you drunk, or did someone finally manage to roofie your espresso, you idiot?” Vincent demanded, his voice a bewildered blend of annoyance and sudden, sharp curiosity. “This isn’t the time for your elaborate jokes. And who’s the poor, lucky woman who supposedly performed this miracle?” “Amy Romano,” I answered, letting the name hang in the air. “I’m in love with Amy, Vincent. Seriously.”

I screamed, afraid that he might strangle me to death then harm the one I swore to protect with my life–my baby sister, Eliana. "He's downstairs making you tea." She answered calmly and stood to lay me back on the bed. "There's nothing to be afraid of." "There's every reason to be afraid if Eddie is angry." I shook. "I shouldn't have even let him in my heart. There is no such thing as love!" "Oh, the man down said he's some Mitch of Alphen company." She stated. "And I believe in love... I just feel maybe-" "Eliana." I muttered with dread in my eyes as I held both her shoulders and shook her. "Don't you ever fall in love! It's a fucking catfish and would leave you shattered like broken bottle

With that, he stood and left. Hernan looked to Dewei & Adan and said, “Let the show begin. Love storm is arriving in Philadelphia.”

"I hate your guts, Vin Winchester." "Sure I know," I manage a smirk between our lips as I got rid of my belt and pants. "But I also know you always love me inside you," I added as I lifted her red mini gown up her waist and instantly saw the clear lust dance in her eyes, confirming my words. "Fair enough," I said before capturing her lips with mine and at the same time entering her with one fast and sharp thrust, making her moan out my name against my lips. XENIA'S POV

Inside were not fishes that people usually see but strange fish with red and blue things mixed in. The room did not turn on the light, only the candlelight was lit, making the light in the room become dim. In the middle of the large sofa, a man was sitting, and on his lap was a laptop. He has red hair, from Alex's view he only sees white frames of glass placed on the bridge of his high straight nose. It was Louis Vincent, Alex's best friend, who was a doctor.

“You don't want to see Elizabeth, no, it is me you want, Elizabeth didn't know you” His fists clenched. “Don't sound so sure, you have been in a coma, Elizabeth and I loved each other,” he paused. “maybe she was lying to me all along, but I still love her, I just get* his hands shook. “But I was drunk and angry” he shook his head. “I didn't mean to hurt, can I see her?”

Vincenzo leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers, and reached across the table to take her hand in his. “I want you to etch this night into your memory, bella—every glance, every gesture, every moment that belongs to just us,” Vincenzo declared, his eyes locked on hers, claiming her entirely. “Because when the world dares to try tearing us apart, it’s moments like these that will remind us of one simple truth: our love is stronger than anything.” “Nothing will tear us apart again,” Vittoria added, raising her glass toward him, her gaze steady and brimming with conviction.