Amour の小説・ストーリー

"Anyway, that's it. I've already given you the money. You can do what you want!" "Mom --" Liu Liu's cry was high and sharp, even broken. She hugged Liu Cui's arm, and Liu Cui was staggered by the sudden force. "Mom... please..." Liu Liu screamed and hugged Liu Cui's arm. It seemed that what she wanted to hold was not an arm, but a home she could never return to. He is grumpy but loves her father. Although he prefers sons to daughters, he will still take good care of her mother and her naughty brother.

“Why do you think he’s doing this?” “He did a lot of things before you even noticed, Brett.” She said. “He... He wants me. And he says he loves me.” My heart stopped beating for a second. At least, that’s what I felt like. I couldn’t digest what she just said. Does Parker love Chloe? How in the hell is that possible? “And you?” “Huh?” “Do you love him too?” I asked, praying hard for her answer to be a no. “No.” She immediately said. Relief washed over me for some unknown reason. “I’m his obsession, Brett. There is no real love. In real love, people do not hurt each other.”

Perhaps just love at first sight. That evening, she took permission from her mum and went to the hill. From afar, she saw that he was already waiting for her. She hurried up to join him, "I am sorry I am late". "It's Ok", he replied. He was silent for a few minutes, possibly looking for some words to initiate a conversation. "You are beautiful!" He blurted out. "Thanks. A lot of people said that", she replied. He smiled, looked at her, "you are smart too". "How did you know?" She asked. "I just guessed". She looked deep into him and said, "You are a werewolf". He was shocked, "how did you even know that? Are you a witch?".

He asked coming behind her and sniffing her neck seductively, He pressed the spray head of the perfume and the gas from the perfume wafted through the air, filling the air with the warm scent of gourmand, he inhaled it smiling, “You smell divine, like my own angel, my Bambino,” he murmured encircling his arms around her while she smiled nervously trying to pull away, "I want you Amora, I really want you," Antonio ragged out gripping her while she pushed him away, "Antonio, let's hang out for now. I've never had any good time with you, let's do it now," Amora said slipping away, taking her jewelleries, putting them on as she walked out of the closet while he watched her.

His admiration for me is palpable, and I love him for it. "Continue" I ask. Aaron smiles as he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. "L'amour peut guérir. Et c'est la seule chose que nous prenons quand nous mourons tu ne seras Nunca seul" he caresses my face with the back of his fingers, enjoying the expressions. "Love can heal. And that's the only thing we take when we die. You'll never be alone" "Mr. Granger, you are a born romantic" I appreciate in admiration.

Shoulders straight, tie loosened, his expression tired but still sharp enough to make me weak. Then his eyes landed on me. On the roses. On the wine. He froze. The silence stretched, unbearable, while his gaze darkened, sweeping over me in the red dress, my curves outlined under the dim light. “Lara,” his voice came low, rougher than usual. “What is this?” I stood on trembling legs, forcing myself forward. “It’s… for you,” I whispered. His eyes narrowed, unreadable. “For me?” “Yes.” My hands clutched the hem of my dress. “I… I couldn’t hold it in anymore.” My voice cracked, but I pushed through. “Aiden, I love you.”

she said placidly. Damon was stung. He looked down and started to weep, "I just want you to know I regret what I did, okay? I know I'd done a lot of wrong, so I'm atoning. I just don't want to lose you anymore!" "So? What are you trying to prove by letting yourself go like this? That this is what your love could make you do? That you're so uncontrollably remorseful now?" He looked up at her gaze with pain in his eyes. "I just want you to know that it's not like I don't care about you!" he said hoarsely, determined. "In fact, the one I treasure the most is you."

Louise Throughout this day of passion, I plunge into the abyss of our desires, a freefall without end, where the intimacy between us becomes a silent symphony, a language that only our bodies and souls can understand. Each exchanged glance is a promise, each brush a spark that ignites my senses. We are bound by a tacit, deep, almost primitive understanding: love, friendship, and desire are not opposing forces, but facets of the same gem, brilliant and indestructible. Together, they weave a web of emotions so intense they seem to defy time itself.

(Source taken from Wiki Diff) More details... Love = now or in the future Loved = in the past See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

The girl replied. Amour nodded slowly, staring at the ceiling. "And you, who are you?" Amour turned to her. "I'm a cook here, I help out my grandma in cooking and serving the mobsters. My name is Coralyn but you can call me CoCo and you?" Coralyn smiled widely Amour looked at her waringly, not knowing if to trust her or not. "Amour" She replied "That means " Love" in French. Sounds cute" Coralyn smiled before standing up.