Ámame Otra Vez Novels & Stories

I wanted to refuse, but the words caught in my throat. Only after their footsteps faded upstairs did Naomi saunter over. A triumphant smile played on her lips as she mocked, "Well? Even after three years away and all the mistakes I've made, they still love me the same." She leaned closer, a cruel smile twisting her lips. "But you'll always be the pathetic one nobody wants, Pat." I stepped back and said calmly, "I never wanted to fight you for anything. If it's their love you want, it's yours."

Finally, she let go and stepped back, her eyes still brimming with tears. "Bea, it's too late. I can’t continue without consuming someone’s essence or knowing what I have done." Amaya's words contain a request I cannot fulfill. Her wish is to die by my hands. "You can't change the past, but you can change your future," I tell her. Amaya looks up, hopeful. "I'm not leaving you." I smiled at her, "Give people a chance, and they will welcome you soon enough. I won't give up on you." I promised. Amaya slowly nodded her head, her eyes full of tears. I felt my heart break as I watched her face. I knew my words were not enough to heal her pain. I hugged her again, showing my love and support.

It takes a while before her words registered inside my brain. Delicious flood? "Gimenez!" I shrieked in annoyance. Meanwhile... Patricia: "Thirdy, baby come here, we're going to the mall to find an umbrella." Thirdy: "?" Patricia: "We're going to buy an umbrella for your mommy Helga. It's not advisable to always stay wet. Or maybe we'll just buy her a raincoat? Omaygosh such a lucky trip!" Note: King ama* - a curse term, male version for motherf*cker Vajay-jay* - vag*na

Death hummed, and whenever Cece tried to ask him a question, his hums got louder. When they stopped, Cece's body thrummed with energy, and she stared at Death. He was beautiful, and even as he smiled, she could see that there was something sad about him. "You've been offered a second chance, Cece. Get your revenge, and live your life. This is the only chance I'm giving you." And then he kissed her cheek, a small moon mark forming on the spot where he had kissed. Cece touched the spot in wonder and then felt a pain in the side of her neck. There was a snap, and she let out a gasp, eyes flying wide open.

Two seconds later, Gabriel spoke, “Soon. Once things settle down for a bit, I’ll marry you.” I swallowed the tea in my mouth and poured myself another cup. The steam from the hot tea rose and brushed against my face, leaving the air damp. Whitney continued talking, but I could barely hear her anymore as one sentence kept echoing in my mind. “Once things settle down for a bit, I’ll marry you.” Once things settle down? I felt the urge to laugh. I had waited an entire year for him to come back to me. Meanwhile, he would only marry once things settled down for him.

[ Intro ] Men am drowsy This shit got me drowsy as fuck Men what the fuck is happening here Let's do this shit What? [Verse 1] Am in love with my bestie Am in love with that thotie Baby can I stay she say yes please And I like it when she call me daddy Spend a hundred blocks on a watch please Hating ass niggers looking at me Baby one more time for the game I don't think they even understand me [ Chorus ]

Whatever they feel is none of my business besides I have my friend with me so why should I give two fucks about people. All I am here for is the money for my child. Ama (Curvy) also plans on leaving this job soon. I can see pain written all over those bitches faces. Let’s give them more reason to cry by giving them a show of their lives, one they won’t forget in a hurry” Ama said bringing me out of my thought Let’s do it” I smirked. The disc jockey in charge played a song by Annie Lennox I put a spell on you

“Mm-hmm.” Amaya forced a small laugh and stuffed a forkful of pasta into her mouth to end the conversation. But of course, her mum wasn’t done. “So… I wanted to tell you something important,” she said gently, wiping her hands on a towel. Amaya glanced up with little interest. “Okay?” “I’m getting married again.” The words didn’t register for a second. Amaya blinked. “Wait. What?” Her mum smiled, a soft, almost shy smile. “Yeah. I’ve been seeing someone for a while now. We’re getting married next month.”

“Tomorrow is another day, and you’ll need your strength.” Amaya nodded, feeling a strange warmth in her chest. “Thank you,” she whispered. For the first time in a long time, she believed—maybe, just maybe—they could face whatever came next together.

I cannot abandon Amani and be responsible for his death. “Vai, amore mio e salva te stesso. [Go, my love, and save yourself.]” Amani speaks to me in Italian. “Ricordati di me e proteggi la mia eredita. [Remember me and protect my legacy.]” Oh, my gawd... That’s right… “He has a son D. We can’t leave him here to die,” I whisper quickly, being reminded of my own pain that had held me as its prisoner while my father spent time behind bars.