Amor Y Respeto Libro の小説・ストーリー

He reached out, his hand gently cupping her cheek, his touch tender and reassuring. "My dearest Ameera," he spoke softly, his voice filled with love and understanding, "There is no right or wrong when it comes to love. Our connection is a sacred bond that transcends judgment or societal norms. What matters is that we share this moment together, guided by our love and respect for each other."

“I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me, how beautiful and pure your soul is. Goodnight, Amore.” It's so sweet of him; should I text back? But I could swear it's spelled ‘amor’ and not ‘amore’, I thought. “Hey hermoso, since we're doing a little language speaking,^(laughing and blushing emoji^) I love how you reassure me and make me feel; thank you.”. A new reply came in: “There's amore; it's Italian for love.” “Some months back, I didn't want to be in the same room with you, but right now, I wish I was in your arms.”

"I know nothing I say can make up for it, but I have to tell you—I love you. I really, truly love you." "Love me?" I chuckled softly. "Or love my wolf soul? Or maybe you just love the thrill of controlling me?" "No!" he looked up sharply, his eyes bloodshot. "Clara was just... a momentary confusion. She cried and said she couldn't live without a wolf soul, and I felt sorry for her. But my feelings for you were real!" "Fabian, do you even know what real love is?" He froze. "Real love is respect," I said calmly. "Respect for the other person's choices, their dignity, and their life."

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

"How do you even know?" Mom leaned in, her voice getting serious. "Deep love... pure love... it’s when someone becomes your peace, not just your storm. It’s knowing that even if you lost your beauty, your job, or your wolf, that person would still be standing right there because your soul is the only thing they care about. It’s about respect. It’s about wanting what’s best for the other person, even if it hurts you. It’s a choice you make every single day, not just a feeling that hits you in the dark."

"Come on, let's talk about what we want and what we don't want. You know knowledge of this would make our relationship grow strong and last longer?" "Yeah, I know that." He shrugs his shoulders." He leans towards my ear and plants a kiss on my earlobe, biting it. I giggle in ecstacy. "I love you so much, I want our relationship to be augmented by mutual love and respect, but if both should be placed on a scale, I prefer respect to love." I cork my head to one side, using this opportunity to look at him. "Really?" "Yeah, of course, as all guys do."

I say, my voice more assured than I feel inside. "Exactly," she agrees, her blue eyes sparkling. "That is the wager. The only one worth making. So yes, I approve. Not because of his name, Dio mio, no. But because of the way he looks at you. As an equal. As part of his most essential plan. He presented you to your father not as a trophy, but as a merger partner. In our world, that is the most radical declaration there is. It is pure respect. And respect, you see, is the only form of love that survives our lives."

The ghost of Amara lingered in every corner he tried to forget her in. He’d begun reading again the book she’d sent him, dog-eared and honest. He carried it with him now, every page marked by regret and something gentler a kind of reverence. In the margins of one chapter, her handwriting read: “Some loves aren’t meant to be forever. They’re meant to wake us up.” He’d closed the book that night, staring at the moon through the open window. And for the first time, he didn’t wish to go back. He just whispered into the quiet, “Thank you.”

Ryeleigh A loud voice coming from the screen quiets the room and asks us to stand. Amory Cruz in his ceremonial robe, looking regal and a true Alpha example of the perfect shifter. We are not raised thinking of the Amory like a god; however, in this situation, it feels as if he is. With equal parts fear and amazement, the crowd quiets to a soft purr.

he said firmly as he looked me straight in the eyes. My jaw tightened at him. What does he know about what I'm feeling right now?! "Like I said, more than anyone else around her, you should be the one who knows her best. You said you love her. If that's the case, then you should just accept her for who she is and whatever her past is. Think carefully about why you loved and liked her. Do you love her because of the strange feelings you get whenever you're with her? Or did you only love her because of the external appearance you see in her? Did you also like her because of her qualities as Allys? Or did you only like her because you see Mariel in her looks? You should think carefully, Mondrag