Amor E Ódio Novels & Stories

“You’ve always been my son.” In truth, she hadn’t been close to him. For years, she’d seen him as the product of something terrible, something that broke her. But now… now she saw him differently. She lifted him onto her lap. “You’re the one who doesn’t call me Mommy. Or even Mama,” she teased lightly. Devon looked up at her. “Do you know what Amor means?” “Huh?” “It means Love in Spanish.” “What?” she asked, eyes widening.

Yet now, sitting here, the thought of him gone carved a hollow pit inside her chest she couldn’t ignore. “I don’t understand,” she whispered. “I wanted revenge. I wanted to see him fall. So why—why does it feel like I can’t breathe knowing he might not survive this?” Enzo regarded her silently, his jaw ticking. “Because hate and love aren’t opposites, Amira. They’re twins. Both consume you. And Montez… he knows how to fan the flames of both.” She looked up at him, stunned. “And you? Do you even care?”

Emma corrected him loudly. Brielle’s heart swelled again. This was the love they lived in. Not perfect. Not quiet. Not simple. But real. And theirs.

“Ends? Oh, no, my dear. Tonight is only the beginning.” Gunfire erupted, shattering the silence. Chaos consumed the cathedral, the clash of violence echoing through the stone halls. Amara moved with lethal precision, every strike calculated, every dodge instinctive. Luca was at her side, a tempest of strength and fury. Together, they were unstoppable — a force forged in fire, pain, and desire. Hours bled into one another as the battle raged. Shadows danced across broken walls, the scent of blood mixing with the damp stone. Amara fought not just for survival, but for truth, for revenge, for the memory of her mother, and for the future she would forge.

She was talking about her mythology class, her voice animated as she explained that the goddess of love and the god of war were lovers from the beginning, forever tangled together in passion and struggle. At the time he’d joked that it made sense. Love is a battlefield and war is nothing without something worth fighting for. Now the meaning sits differently for him. Love and war. Aphrodite and Ares. Aurora and him. And, God help them, maybe Gianna and Romero. He isn’t used to letting sentiment twist around his business. He isn’t used to seeing one of his seconds slip toward something as fragile as affection. But if gods of war take lovers, Dominic considers, if even divine beings are shaped

Armstrong continued. Leila read softly. “Under no circumstances should two workers in different ranks have a romantic relationship in work premises due to claims of favoritism and nepotism, if this clause is breached, it calls for a quick decision from HR to either terminate or retain the employment of said staff members”

he said I couldn’t contain my anger anymore, I held him up, his eyes showing no remorse whatsoever, it’s better to leave him and retire to my room. I let go of him, turned back. “I know you haven’t consummated your marriage…I’m sure she’ll taste as good as she looks...I’ll be sure to be the first for her” he chuckled. That was the last straw, I rushed back to him, my fists clenched and headed for his face. “No!! You evil man! Get away from my son” Maria kept screaming. Her voice overshadowed by the sound of punches that flew across Festus’ face.

“Eveline, you understand what I mean, right?” “Well… Dante and I weren’t together long enough for me to feel like hitting him, but now that I think about it, there are moments when I’d love to slap him hard.” “Exactly! That’s what I mean,” Amelia said, pointing at me like I’d just proven her theory. “Amelia, what you’re describing is literal violence,” Lili said, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at her. Amelia caught it and laughed. “Everyone expresses their emotions differently. We’ll see what you do when you fall for someone.”

Hated the strange warmth it created. Hated him. Most of all, she hated herself for noticing anything at all. "I got lost." "Inside my private study?" His eyes narrowed. For a moment they simply stared at each other. A challenge. A battle. Neither willing to blink first. The storm crashed against the windows. Lightning flashed. The room brightened. And suddenly Adrian moved. One step towards her. That's all. Yet the distance between them vanished instantly. Celine's pulse jumped. He was too close.

A man who would do everything just to impose a horrendous love that shouldn't exist in the first place. "Te amo, Amor."