Amor Y Respeto Libro Novels & Stories

she commented snidely. “Watch it, Amari,” he growled. “I am an Alpha. You need to respect me as such.” “I lost all the respect I had for you once your subordinates viciously tortured me. It’s like the old saying goes, you must earn respect, to get respect. And I don’t owe you a damn thing.” “Where has all this bravado come from, Amari? It wasn’t too long ago that you were begging for me to love you.” “That silver cage is a game-changer,” she retorted.

What kind of love am I wired for. The question came back quietly and insistently. The kind that overwhelms and consumes and makes the air change when it enters a room. Or the kind that steadies and clarifies and lets you think properly. Adrian's intensity had once felt like the truest form of devotion I had ever encountered. Elias's steadiness felt like something rarer - genuine respect, offered without conditions. But respect, I noticed myself thinking, is not always enough to fill the place that longing used to occupy. And I was not sure yet whether that was a problem with respect, or simply the residue of having been trained for years to mistake chaos for connection.

"I don't deserve you. I don't deserve any of this!" "Don't freaking say that!" He said. "Don't you dare say that again, alright? That's probably the only thing that's been running in your mind but kill that crap now. This is not about deserving anyone. It's not about who is the better person in this relationship. It's just how much you like someone and how much you care about them. It's all about what you can do with this love and what it can make you. There is absolutely no point in debating over the fact that I'm better than you or anything! At the end of the day, what truly matters is if we are putting enough effort to make this relationship work! Are you willing to do that?" "Of course!"

“You’ve always been my son.” In truth, she hadn’t been close to him. For years, she’d seen him as the product of something terrible, something that broke her. But now… now she saw him differently. She lifted him onto her lap. “You’re the one who doesn’t call me Mommy. Or even Mama,” she teased lightly. Devon looked up at her. “Do you know what Amor means?” “Huh?” “It means Love in Spanish.” “What?” she asked, eyes widening.

she whispered dragging the word. He grimaced as if he wanted to bite her “I'm sure you think otherwise. Isn't this what everyone wants? Especially we like each other.” "I thought you were underestimating my feelings." Liam pushed Amora so she sat up straight again. “I not only like Amora but also love her. It means I will respect her wish even if it goes against mine.” She rolled her eyes and then almost fell over. “Ugggggh so boring!!!” Her wolf said lying on her back

he asked, incredulous. Amora rolled her eyes. "Do you prefer to be hated?" she teased. "Of course not," Regis quickly replied. He didn’t want a small issue like this to disrupt the mutually beneficial relationship he had just secured with the woman. "But I hope you won’t repeat such unpleasant words again, Sir Lorenzo. I may have agreed to be your partner, but not to be treated with disrespect," Amora firmly warned. "Alright. I’ll remember that. But, what do you have to say about this, Amora? I hope you won’t dodge the issue with a mountain of excuses."

But at least I hoped to marry someone who actually respected me and loved me a little. The encounter I had with Damien since yestersday was a reminder for me to know that this marriage doesn't even having the basic sense of understanding or mutual respect. Love will be the last thing I can have with Damien Hayes, when he thinks I am a flithy, low-grade women who dosent match his high society status. From the corner of my eyes I saw Damien walking in the living room, where I sat down reading a book. His presence alone made the atmosphere different., It felt heavier now,.

“ …How can you offer me such a deal ? Are you really that cruel Damian Wright ?……I have saved you where you were in danger , I have stayed with you , I worked for you , I was a good comrade……I do admit that I needed up liking you…….we also ended up sleeping together because of a stupid wine………..After all that the two of us have been through all this time……How can you even suggest such a deal to me ?!…….…is there no feeling of respect or affection inside of you for me ?…..Is your heart made of stone ?……… “ said Antonio with a hurt expression . Antonio was trying his best to hold back his tears . The years of suffering he had been though had made him tougher and more determined but when it cam

“Because I’m not just attracted to her, Daphne. I admire her. I respect her mind, her strength, her dedication to protecting people. Even if she weren’t beautiful, even if we had no physical chemistry at all, I’d still want to be around her. Still want to support her work and be part of her life.” Daphne’s eyes softened. “That’s what real love looks like.” “Is it?” “Love that lasts isn’t built on passion alone. It’s built on friendship, respect, values.” She resumed washing dishes. “Dominic was passionate about Penelope. Obsessed with her, even, but he never respected her enough to trust her judgment or support her dreams.” “I want to support her dreams.” “Even if they’re dangerous? Even if

Not just about the pleasure, but their enjoyment. "You like it?" Brent asked Amara after their intense activity. "Yes, I love it. You're always so nice, do you know that?" Amara responded as she caresses his chest. "Women, regardless if they are a nun or sex worker, should be respected. Everyone has a mother, and I don't think any of us would want our mother to be disrespected." "You're a decent man, Brent. Don't change." "If you promise that we will always be friends."