Amor Verdadeiro 소설 & 이야기

I had no idea it had changed colors, so I lifted my hand to the side of my eye, though of course, I couldn’t feel what color it was from touching it. “He practically confessed everything the first night he came here,” Nicolette went on, almost vibrating with excitement for finally being able to reveal her discovery. “He said he’d met his one true love recently—very recently—and that he’d only seen her from across a room, and he couldn’t talk to her because he’d known she was already married, so… It all fits. It’s just that none of you were paying attention to what he was really saying. Vienne is his one true love.”

"Loving me when you should hate me. Wasn't I the one who betrayed you? Wasn't I unworthy of your love?" He doesn't stop,instead moving aside my hair,he starts kissing my neck from behind. "Maybe yes ,maybe no. Little knowledge is a dangerous thing Amara. You shouldn't reach on a conclusion before knowing the full truth." "Vince... please I need to know... Please tell me!" I was desperate and he knew it. Placing his other hand on my chin ,from behind. He makes me tilt my face to stare at him. "The truth you ask Amara? What's the use of this truth when it is only filled in pains in betrayals,in scars and nightmares? Isn't the present better? With you in my arms , without a care of the world? W

"I tried, I tried okay but I didn't want anyone to get suspicious" He finally turned to face her. "Sarah, you might not understand how much I love you. I love you so much its making my crazy, I love you so much that the mere thought of loosing you could be my end, I love you so much that imagining you on the same bed or sharing the same space with Adon turns me into a monster. You might think I need help but I don't.... I'm just so in love with you".

asked the Queen, calling the name of the head of the Guinevere family familiarly. "Heh, you ask what's so special about my wife?! She is better than you, not greedy like you, loyal to me, and loves me, and I dedicate myself to her entirely!! And you?!! You ask what's so special about her with you who betrayed the love I had, all the attention I gave you even to the point of being willing to go into a big war to get recognition so that she could propose to you from a big family, Cassia!!!" Benedict answered without hiding the hatred he had.

Thick tears crushed the muscles in her throat as she stood there trying to deal with the impact the endearment was having on her. Ti amo, Dami... She wished he hadn’t written it. She wished with all of her aching heart that he’d just pretend the words hadn’t come up between them so she could try—try to forget how stupid she’d been and maybe manage to move on. But "Ti amo, Dami," told her he was feeling bad about his reaction to her when she’d said it. "Ti amo, Dami," he said, "you are attempting to make amends." "Ti amo, Dami," reminded her that they had a marriage to continue whatever else had happened, and "Ti amo" was, she supposed, a basic part of it, even if it was offered without the s

Her eyes filled with a certain kind of affection I couldn't place. But when Hunter got down on one knee, she looked like she was about to pass out. Hunter lifted the tiny box up with both hands and began speaking. " Michelle. We've known each other for a long while and I swear I've never been glad to meet anyone as much as I have. I want your face to be the one that I wake up to, I want your laugh to be the only thing that keeps me at ease, I want to watch you grow old and tell stories to your grandchildren. I want us to conquer the world together. So would you do me the honors and be the wife to an idiot like me?" He concluded and opened the box to reveal a diamond that sparkled even from m

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

She stares, her eyes shifting color to bright gold and I bow my head. “Your Majesty, it’s an honor. My name is Crown Prince Cian of Amar, and I apologize for the circumstances we meet, but I hope you do not hold it against me.” “You freed me, Heir to the throne of Amar. I do not hold anything against you, I am thankful, but a Crown Prince from Hell do not do anything without it being for his own gain, what do I owe you for my and my daughters lives?” Her feline says, her voice deeper and more regal than I remember her human voice to be.

His heart jumped with joy, and he wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her there forever. “I’m honored, amore mio!” Amelia smiled, her cheeks coloring at the endearment he used for the second time since he arrived on her doorstep. She knew what the word 'amore’ meant. It meant love! She understood what ‘mio’ meant. It meant my. She had searched for a way to confess her feelings to him in Italian. It made her understand a few endearments in the language she loved. So, Matteo called her my love in his native tongue!