Ámame Otra Vez Tory Sanchez Novels & Stories

That’s when I spot Amber. She sits with her picture-perfect blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her lips quirking into that smirk that makes me think of Paige—my sister, my tormentor, my constant reminder of what I’ll never be. Amber’s eyes meet mine, and her smirk deepens, a mocking laugh in disguise. Who are you going to eat with, lonely girl? My chest tightens. I grip my plate a little harder, wishing I could disappear. Just as I’m about to turn around and leave, a familiar voice calls out.

I take deep breaths while I loosen my tie and open some of my shirt’s buttons. What is it Dakota? Will you tell me now? I ask him. Impatience surfaces on my skin. She is here. I can sense her. I want to feel her. I want to touch her. I want- Her? Who are you talking about? Our mate, Ryan. Our precious mate. Mate?

“This isn’t over, is it?” Dino exhaled slowly. “No.” His mind was already racing. Alejandro was just one battle. The real war… was with Sanchez. And Sanchez was waiting. --- The SUV sped down the dark highway. Dino’s phone buzzed. A blocked number. He hesitated. Then answered. A familiar, cold voice greeted him. “Dino.” Sanchez. Dino’s blood ran cold. “You made quite a mess tonight.” Silence. Then—a low chuckle. “I hope you enjoyed your victory, hijo.”

Work for the Amadeus Company. "As a Utility staff?" I repeated, this upon my head. This shocked me to the reality of their existence. "This is not what I expected.” Mr.Sanchez stood there with her, silent, his shoulders slumped under the weight of shame. I saw it in his eyes: remorse, maybe even a little fear. “She's changed,” Mrs. Sanchez said, as if she could read my thoughts. "Amy is. Different now.” I nodded slowly; a swelling knot was moving in my throat. My vibrant girl who had grown up beneath hurt and acrimony had long vanished. "I need to talk to her," I said, the urgency piercing into my voice.

Seeing Albert again, I wanted him very much but I am terrified that somewhere in this timeline he will abandon me again, he will distrust and loathe me. I wanted to believe that Marco is just a random person appearing in my timeline now like my ex-husbands, but every time he looks at me, every moment he smiles at me, I become paralyzed. Intense fear crawls to my body as if everything just happened yesterday.