Amor Amargo の小説・ストーリー

The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned" The bartender responded with a nod and then started his bartender, leaving him to wait by slamming the phone furiously. The wine glass was pushed in front of him, taking a sip. Bitter taste of Angostura Bitter is light of orange peel, a little sweetness of cane sugar is full of sweetness of Bourbon Whiskey. Those were the things he tasted, like the memories with the lover that became old a few minutes ago came back. The sweet taste like when she said she loved him with sweet words, the bitter taste when she said she loved him, but the feelings were slowly being shared with others. It all

AMARACHI Nonso loves me? Did i just hear him right? I finally understood why Rebecca never liked seeing me with Nonso. Suddenly I felt this unexplainable disgust for Nonso. How could he betray Rebecca like this? "Amara"Nonso said softly as he cut through my thoughts. I looked at him and just felt nothing but disgust for him. "Amara I love you deeply"he said once more as he held on to my hands. I released my hands from his grip immediately and glared at him.

He somehow managed to grab the basket and return to his original position. “Nice perfume,” he said in a low and husky voice. Her eye looked up to his face and then back to the fish “Thanks…” and with that, a conversation started rolling. Basic information exchanged. It seems like he did study Business Management, he likes sports and asparagus doesn’t appeal to him. “You should try some, you know, being open to possibilities,” she said as she was pan-frying asparagus with some olive oil, garlic ginger, oregano, and salt. He scrunched his face in disgust, making her let out a low sigh.

He inhaled with too much weight and he felt dizzy from the smell of alcohol on Theon's breath. "I waited this long to happen, wifey." He seems to be true to hcharcoal word it mentions. It was like needles that had pierced her heart and she couldn't stop crying. It hurts! “E-each night I’m hopelessly praying that maybe ... Maybe you could see me more than just a husband, that you love me too, that you also see my value. Because I, s-I love you so much Amara, ”his voice growled and there was no denying that it hurt so much.

There relation is so sweet that they can not stay angry at each other even for a minute. {}

Tell Ucup as if he was so confident in Rega's feelings about Amor. Amor came back to silence and continued to eat his remaining little. Because of Rega who is now coming close to him, he has to get more and more away from the crowd. Amor really takes anti-social action to keep himself safe. His tranquility was not only persistent, but had now disappeared making Amor really not knowing what to do again. ***

Amor muttered curses as she parked her stuff into her bag. She looked up, hearing the approaching footsteps of scarlet. She came in, looking at the disarray the room was in. "Where the hell are you going?" Amor rolled her eyes and gave an exhausted breath. "I guess you're not busy with your whoring around anymore and finally have time for me" she muttered bitterly, which only earned her a chuckle from Scarlet. She flopped onto the bed, resting on her elbow. "Well you're in a terrible mode"

"I can see it in your eyes when you look at them. As if you had known them your whole life and all you have ever found was darkness." "Camilo is quite literally the lord of darkness. He is the head of the Amador family. You must know what they do! I can't just look past that. Not when I grew up here and heard all of the rumors." I pleaded. Knotted my hands in front of my stomach. I could feel my fingers twitch. Palms growing sweatier by the second. Amy nodded. Moved over to the dining table and sat on the edge. Her dress spilled beside her. Flowed in the gentle breeze from the open window. She was certainly stunning.

"Hermosa Agape, that's what I named it. Do you remember? It was our endearment. Agape and Amore. Hermosa mea---" "Beautiful," I couldn't hold back the tears that welled up in my eyes. They fell freely, blurring my vision. "But you're more than beautiful, Lara, inside and out. The sweet taste of this wine symbolizes your sweet smiles every day, your morning greetings, your sweet cookies. The bitter taste symbolizes our hardships and pain over the past years. I can't describe my life when you were away. I made this wine to tell everyone how much we suffered, how much pain we endured. That's why when we drink this wine, the sweet taste will always dominate over the bitter taste in the end. That

Tener grabbed a throw pillow and chucked it at Pru before crossing his arms and pretending to pout. “What about Amorous?” Purity was watching the youngest brother, who was closer to her age, and she had found a kinship in playing video games together. He wouldn’t look at her, though. Instead, he kept staring at the ground like he was upset. He didn't look up when she asked about his coat color. “Amorous, the baby of our bunch, ironically, is like the oldest, but he is most unique. His is white, like Lasci’s, but under the moon, you can’t see him. It turns into midnight black. Amorous, like yourself, was cursed also.”