Amour Véritable Novels & Stories

Doing anything, everything. By sunrise, I had sent fourteen proposals, not one reply. Story of my life. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. Seven-thirty. Wonderful. Another day. Another opportunity for disappointment. The design studio was unusually quiet that morning. Rain tapped softly against the windows. The gray sky matched my mood pertectly. I was halfway through reviewing floor plans when my phone buzzed. It was Chloe. I answered immediately. "If you're calling to tell me I've won the lottery, I love you."

I laughed at his overconfidence and pulled out my marriage certificate. "Adrian, why on earth would you think I'd come back to you? Look carefully. I'm already married. See that poster at the entrance? That's my husband. He's tall and hot. And you? You're just a filthy scumbag. Why would I ever turn back to you?" The moment Adrian saw the certificate, his eyes reddened, and his body trembled. "No, Colleen, I love you, and you love only me. No other man can give you the life you want. I can give it to you."

Like a protective husband. He felt possessive of his Belamour...

He pulled her closer to him and wrapped a duvet around them before falling asleep with his heart feeling contented not before muttering I Love you in her ears. "I love you too," she whispered back with her still closed. He smiled at her. This was the first time she said that she loves him. Laya wanted to tell these three magical words to him a long ago but never got a chance. But now she said. He was HER TRUE SOULMATE, whom she could trust with her whole heart. She slipped into a slumber listening to his heartbeats. ----------

She breaks the kiss after a couple more minutes to catch her breath. “Je t'adore, mon cœur” ‘I adore you, my heart’ She closes her eyes, hoping that they would both be able to sleep. She feels him kiss the top of her head. And he whispers back to her, “Moi aussi, mon cœur.” ‘Me too, my heart.’ Celine smiles, and relaxes further into him. They were going on a real date tomorrow, yes Richard would be there, but still. She was looking forward to it.

Auracio I wake up with a caress on my cheek, I know it’s her who is caressing me, but my eyes remain closed. Because I want to enjoy this caress forever. It’s so sweet, I feel like a little boy being cuddled, I love the tenderness she shows towards me. I realize that with each passing day, I am getting closer to this beautiful person who wins a piece of my heart each day. Last night was the most beautiful night of my life; yet I have experienced nights of passion, but nothing compares to my nights with Ariane. My nights with Ariane are incomparable, but yesterday, we reached a higher level in the act. Because I don’t know if it was passion or if it was love. It was so intense! So incomparabl

he asked, lifting one brow, clearly unconvinced. I sighed and looked away. "Because it wouldn't work. We'd get tired of each other in a week. And I know you, Jim. You say you love me, but is it really me you love? Or the money and connections I bring with every campaign, every shoot?" His face fell, the corners of his lips twitching downward. "That's a cruel thing to say, Julliane. I really do love you, you know." "I believe you—partly," I admitted. "But your kind of love feels more like possession. Like keeping your most valuable asset close. That's not the kind of love I want. It's not the kind I deserve."

Even I thought that could be the emotion existing within that man's chest, I realized it was not. It took me time to read but I later had it figured out. It's a look of pain. It's a look of regret, hurt, infliction, torment but yet admiration. You see why I'm confused? How could you feel two contrasting things towards someone at once? I understood love and hate because there's a very thin line between them. He's is regret and admiration. His admiration glowed anytime he saw her smile, whenever she adjusted her hair or each time she nearly choked out of laughter.

I start to laugh, but she’s too busy kissing Amory all over the face! Amory’s ring literally drained my bank account, but I’m in this shit with her forever so I don’t give a fuck. She’s worth it! The blue heart cut diamond was set in white gold and is surrounded by pink sapphires. It's engraved in Spanish, and as we lay in bed that night she asks me what it means and I read it out to her in English, “mi Amor, because a love like ours is just as rare” (my love). I explain the rarity of the blue diamond and pink sapphires, and compare it to how rare the genuine love we share with each other is!

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.”