Ámame Otra Vez Novels & Stories

I would have agreed to her request and given her a second chance, but I was stopped by a very angry voice from the crowd, “If you are done being all lovey-dovey, what don’t you show me into the slave quarters don’t settle in nicely with your other slaves!” Ameera lets out in that annoying voice that pisses me off completely. But this time, the voice seemed to do wonders in my head because I saw through Amelia's manipulation again and I pushed her away, stopping her from being so smoochy and touchy around me

Now if only I could find the will to live with my newly found independence or whatever it was. Later that night, Amelia my wolf was restless inside of me. She roared of frustration and anger, snarling her teeth threateningly while making me scratch frantically at the walls and floor of my room. My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt nauseous, but still I refused to release her from my body. I had to know what she was sensing, I had to know if the pain of separation hurt her again. But it wasn't. I knew better than that because she kept saying the word “Mate”

Something deeper. Something bigger. The sky above cracks again. Not wide. Not open. But enough. A thin line. Silver. Alive. My breath catches. No. I was trying to close it. Not open it. The figure smiles. And this time, I understand why. Because I did not seal the door. I just knocked on it again. And something on the other side… is answering.

I had a new name and a new life in a new city. To fix my past regrets of quitting school, I went back to college. While walking on campus, someone tapped my shoulder. "Sophia, is that you?" My heart jumped, and I started to panic, but when I turned around, it was a man I did not know. "Do we know each other?" I asked, unsure. "I'm Brandon. We went to the same college before you left." "Oh, right. Sorry, I just didn't remember you at first."

“I’m a different version of you.” Daniel lets out a short, bitter laugh. His expression is filled with disbelief. “A different version?” He scoffs. “You must be insane.” I shake my head. “I know it sounds crazy, but it’s the truth.” He crosses his arms, the gun still pointed at me. His finger hovers over the trigger. “Explain.” I inhale deeply, my chest rising and falling. “I’m not from this world,” I say. “I’m here for a purpose.”

And bowed her head. A silence bloomed between us, not uncomfortable, but sacred. “I used to dream of this,” Ama said suddenly. “Not the garden… but of being seen. Of mattering. Of someone calling me something other than a monster.” “You’re not a monster,” I said softly. “You never were. You were just… hurting.” “I still am,” she admitted. “But maybe now, I can learn to hurt less.” The wind stirred the petals of the moonflower, releasing a scent like honey and memory.

Still, despite everything, they are truly pleasant and cheerful ladies. “Oh, I’m so tired of this life already,” Faina sighs heavily. “My bones ache, my cycles are painful now. And I miss my mate… I hope I’ll meet him again next time. We didn’t get much time together in this life,” she says softly, her voice tinged with quiet sorrow.

(Porque no vale la pena) Let go of your life +Deja que se vaya el de tu vida) That the wounds that this time did you harm and what harm are closed Que se cierren las heridas que esta vez te hicieron mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let it be apart of your story Deja que se aparte de tu historia A stain on your memory of a love that hurt you and how bad Un mancha en tu memoria de un amor que te hizo mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let other kisses make you fall in love Deja que otros besos te enamoren Someone else bring you flowers Que alguien más te lleve flores There are more than a million loves Hay más de un millón de amores that they want to conquer you Que te quie

"So you have been fucking my sister all along!, how dare you! You are just a loose bustured, I can't forgive you for what you have done, you have betrayed your kids, you shameless man!" Amanda cried out loud, shaking my body, hitting me up on my chest. " We are moving out of that fucking house, I don't want to ever set my eyes on you again, I hate you! I hate you Duke!" She said as she left the hospital still crying.

“Talk to me, Ama. What’s going on?” Amara took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. “I’ve realized something,” she said, voice trembling with emotion but carrying newfound strength. “I can’t keep letting fear dictate my life. I’ve been living in the shadows of expectations and threats, instead of choosing the life I want. And I’ve realized… I want you. I need you. Not halfway, not with hesitation. I need us fully.”