After The War Is Over Novels & Stories

Ren whispered lustily. His hips moved faster, slamming his cock deeper and even faster into me as he raced towards his release. He cried out my name loudly when he reached his climax. His cock twitched wildly inside of me before it spurted his hot seed into me. I held his body tightly to me until he stilled. As we slept side by side after our wild lovemaking session, I asked him what was on my mind. Now that the war was over, what happens next? “Ren, what’s going to happen now that the war is over?” I asked the question that had been on my mind.

He said it like a fact we’d both already accepted. Overhead, the drones kept filming. The war had ended. The aftermath was only beginning.

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Love that was messy and complicated and absolutely real. "What do we do now?" Torch asked, approaching with cups of something that smelled like celebration and poor decisions. "Now that the war is over?" We looked at each other. Five separate people connected by bonds deeper than flesh. Five perspectives that had learned to think as one when necessary. "Now," we said—each voice distinct but harmonizing anyway—"we live." "How do we do that?" he asked. "Badly," Kael admitted. "With mistakes," Rhett added. "And corrections," Darius continued.

Before Dante could answer, Serena said, “That won’t work. I’ll be coming back after the wedding. How can she take my room?” “I don’t want to move back,” I said. Dante’s expression softened. “When I return, I’ll buy you a new house. I’m sorry you’ve suffered these few days.” Then he got into the car and left with Serena. I watched the convoy disappear, then went back to my room and began packing the research notes I had hidden for years.

No alarms. No enemies. No fear. Just family. I leaned my head against Azriel’s shoulder, watching our children breathe softly, their tiny fingers curled around ours. “We made it,” I whispered. He kissed my temple gently. “We did.” For the first time in a very long time, my heart felt completely whole. The war was over. The future was ours. And our family was finally complete. The End. *******

Golden sunlight fell across the petals and across our interlocked fingers. The entanglement between Julian Hayes and Victoria Quinn had finally vanished completely. And the new life that belonged to Elise and me had only just begun. The end.

When the orgasm died down, I could finally think with a clear mind, I heaved, the weight of what I had done settling over me like cold water. The stains on the wall were evidence of the act. A minute of weakness that had opened a portal I hoped it wouldn’t. I had acted on the illicit thoughts, jerking off like a teenager while thinking about my stepdaughter. This is the last time. *** We had returned home, but somehow, it felt like I was back in a war zone. I couldn’t look at Sophia, not when I knew what I had done. And Diane? She was actually putting off work for a while.

“The fish cut it down after their elders were killed, and we stopped coming back.” “The war has affected everyone, huh?” she asked quietly. “It has. This city will be a different place now that it’s over. If it’s really over.” I stared up at the sky through the branches. “Fuck, I hope it’s over.” “It’s over. We’ll do whatever we have to do to make sure of that,” Hazel promised. “The grudges in our city run long and deep. There may be no solving that.” “Hey, optimist. You’ve been the positive one today, so don’t stop now. Drop the melancholy and find your happy self again,” she complained, splashing me.

In the end, those who survived were left to rebuild and not in the shadow of power and betrayal, but away from it. Life moved forward. And for once, it didn’t look like war. It looked like peace. THE END.