Amor E Ódio の小説・ストーリー

Her mother left them alone and they finished their plates before going to sleep . Eva Tossed and turned around when her husband spoke , " we can't help it Eva , our daughter loves him , I don't think he is ever going to let Arabelle go "

Yes," she answered. People she used to be with almost every day before. After lunch or maybe at late afternoon she would do that. At hours when people are relaxing after works. It's still morning so she will be going to horse riding first. And on the plateau she loves to go. She's there at the stable. Pegasus is the only one she wants to ride but it has an illness the veterinarian said. "Pegasus is also getting older," Mang Castor explained. "It's okay. I'd rather choose Star," she replied. The heat of the sun was still nice when she reached the top of the plateau. Just like how she spent her whole day before. She suddenly imagined Jake in its appearance as it handed red rose flower to her

CHAPTER 79 Amour Amour - a sexual relationship or a secret love affair: usually an illicit love affair Origin: Latin 79 NICK'S POV A few days before Savannah's bachelorette party... I could still hear Savannah so clearly as I close my eyes when she told me she's marrying someone. I gaze at the invitation card disinterestedly. I still couldn't believe she's getting married. I just don't want her to marry yet, I know I am being selfish right now because Damon is already making her happy and Damon has filled the empty spaces that I left.

The love, a fire that had been extinguished by betrayal and grief, was now a full-blown inferno, a new, more terrifying reality. The confrontation, a brutal, beautiful, and devastating reality, was not a war of words, but a war of the heart. Amara and Dante, two rulers, two forces of nature, two people who were once a single, unstoppable force, were now two strangers, two ghosts from the past, two people who were now on opposite sides of a new, more dangerous game. But the game, the new, more dangerous game, was a game of love, a game of pain, a game of a love so profound it was terrifying.

I grip his face hard, kissing him back with the same savage need, the same ruthless dominance. There’s nothing soft about this. This isn’t lust. This isn’t love. This is raw. This is burning hot. This is fucking war. This fire, this chaos, this fucking madness. It’s as violent as a winter storm and just as merciless. A forest fire with no end, devouring everything in its path. Even if it’s wrong. So fucking wrong. And the worst part is, I hate that I love it. We are enemies. We’ve crossed lines that can never be fixed.

Kent again? “How are you, mi amor?”

Love. END

Chapter 51 Love, a beautiful calamity, and conflict take us into unexplored territory, revealing sensations we've never felt before—unpredictable and hypnotic. Hate, on the other hand, burns like a never-ending fire, slowly devouring one's soul and potentially leading to annihilation.

Whatever. The expressions of their faces were on point. You can really say they're having fun. Pleasure and passion and adoration are written on their faces. Eros looks truly evil. Well, Kirk really do. Agape's hand was on his head and the other one was down, holding a crown. The background was simply breath-taking. They were making love in a river or sea or whatever it is. There was a paradise and war. It looks like both is against each other. Like they are fighting. Paradise against chaos. Chaos in paradise.

Not the quick, white-hot flare of normal anger. No — this is darker. Thicker. Heavier. Hate. I’ve never hated anyone before. I’ve disliked people, sure. Even loathed a few in passing. But this … this is different. Amanda Dee is no mere irritation. I despise her. Hate her.