Vino El Amor Capitulo 87 Novels & Stories

A delivery? I frowned, stepping past her, pushing the door open And froze. There, sitting right in the center of my desk, was the biggest fucking bouquet of flowers I had ever seen. Lavender. Peonies. White roses. Every single bloom meticulously arranged. And sitting on top of them? A single card. No note. No long-winded apology. No attempt to fix what was broken. Just three simple words. I love you. My chest tightened painfully. I wanted to hate it.

Chance POV: "she is driving me crazy" I sigh running my hands through my hair feeling stymied. After the argument with Shiloh, I called for Damien and Louis before I lose my sanity over this premature occurrence "I am so muddled right now," I sigh heavily once again analyzing my options which seems to make me feel worst " I mean this came as a big surprise to me, I can't imagine having a child and especially not with her" I say in revulsion.

Then I met Javier, and I hadn’t been with another man since. With my free hand I began jerking myself. It didn’t take long before I felt my orgasm rising. “Oh, mi amor,” Javier said, and his body stiffened as it prepared for orgasm. I sucked harder and Javier shot off down my throat, and then I spurted myself. I nestled against Javier, kissed the back of his neck, and fell asleep, happy in the arms of the man I loved.

“How could you believe these, I never once made you doubt my loyalty to you even as your contracted wife, Ethan.” “I know Elah, I allowed my jealousy to get the better side of me.” “Ethan, how do I know this is not just another of your games?” I asked, skeptical. He shook his head, despair in his eyes. “I lost everything, Elah. I lost you. I lost myself. I can not change the past, but I want to make amends.” “If I was joking, I wouldn't be here kneeling in public and telling you how much I want you Elah. You have shown me what true love really is. I had not experienced the kind of love you showed me during those times we were together.”

I say to him as I watch him weakly surrender to the sleep beckoning on him, and another tear slips down my face. "I'm sorry, Damon... But this love story is mine, and this is how it will end. You had the chance to make it end in another beautiful way... But you chose this... "I cry as I grab a whiskey bottle off the table, and begin emptying it on the couch he's dozing off on. " Ava... Please... "He weakly begs, but I've made up my mind. If it won't be Damon and Ava, it won't be Damon and anyone else.

It burned just enough to feel new, but underneath, it warmed me, like a temporary relief. I reached out to examine the bottle—Château Margaux. Even I knew, this was expensive. “This must have cost a fortune,” I murmured, taking another sip. He shrugged. “Not really,” then took a gulp from his glass. “Can I have more?” I asked a few minutes later. The first glass had dulled the sharp edges of my grief, and I wanted more of that numbness. He poured us both another glass. “To new memories,” he said, beaming.

“Amore, I-I love you! I love you!” “I don't know which of your two selves loves me! Eldifonso Suarez is not that person because he showed me far from what I know love is! And not Eli Madrigal because he cheated on me! Now, you just showed me what kind of man you are, Eldifonso!” “T-There's no Eldifonso Suarez, Amore! Please, listen,” he begged me.

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

I held my position. "So tell me tesoro," he said invading my personal space. His minty breath fanned my face and the heat emitting from his exposed chest did not go unnoticed. "What do you want?" I don't know why that question suddenly made my mouth dry. Vittore raised an eyebrow at me, walking around my confused form to the bed. He sat down on it, his elbows resting on his knees as he looked at me. "Don't be shy. Humour me," He said and that snapped me out of whatever trance I was in.

Perhaps it was out of respect for such a good woman as she’d proved to be. “Aye, that he did,” she agreed. When she offered no more comment, I leaned on my elbow and looked at her. “Why do you say he loves me?” I pressed. “He did not tell you?” she asked surprised. “Tell me what?” I demanded. “Lord Duncan goes to confront the vampire responsible for your suffering,” she said proudly. “No! No! No! Say ‘tis not so!” I screamed as I leapt from the cot. “Lady Jane, you must rest!” she wailed as she tried to subdue me.