Against The Loveless World Summary Novels & Stories

His mana was still being absorbed by Zephyr. “But this world is not completely rotten.” I looked at Archer, Janus, lady Ilana and then at Willa’s dead body. “It still has hope left. There are thousands of reasons I can hate this world, but how can I hate this world? This is where I met you. This is where we fell in love. Yes, we have suffered a lot in this world and you have suffered a thousand times more than me. But it was also in this world that we found our happiness.”

The man that I thought was incapable of loving loved me, and everything that was wrong with the world, became ten times better than it had ever been. The Actual End.

I smiled as I kept thinking about the first time I met her, and I chuckled involuntarily, and just let all the recollection fills my brain and heart before I perished. It's so unhappy that we ended up like this but at the same time, I had no regret to let myself die here with her, with the sword which connected our bodies. I will never regret this moment even in heaven. This is between Love and Death, and I chose to disappear here with someone I used to loved and I used to hate. But in the end, I still fill the same way. I still felt my love for her that was only covered with anger and grief. But the most important thing was that the truth brought into this world. I held Ylisha's head and g

Someone who worked hard to move up in the world, who yet loved life so passionately. Whereas he, in his past thirteen years, had only known loathing and loneliness. He loathed the Moses family’s disregard of him, loathed that he could not dispatch his own enemies with his own two hands, and he loathed this world for making his loved ones leave him one after another. In the past, he always felt that those people on television and in books who loved life passionately were all made up. This world was so cold. Only a fool would treat others sincerely.

" have you gone mad? Huh? I don't know, in which world you live? and which world you are talking about? For your kind information There is no such thing as love, in our world only one thing is exist and that is lust, But some fools like you call this by the name of love! And we call sex! If love or whatever you say it is exist in our world, and the people who talk about love, then Why they o does not do love in their whole life, why their love requires sex in the last. The thing started with love as you say also needs a bed at the end. Then if people like us only want a bed, not love, so what is wrong in it. I don't think so it wrong because we are reduced the stupid effort which peop

I add as they both walk out of the closet too. "Janice he's right. If we should be anything,it's to be thankful right now. Let's just leave and not fight it out. Please?" Lucy begs her and shakes her shoulders slightly. She sighs and turns to look at the jug of water still on the table. She walks towards it and fills the cup sitting next to it. She lifts her balaclava up a bit, stopping it on her nose so she can drink the glass of water which she gulps down in two seconds .

With the constant love of those who refused to let go. Forever. Twenty-two chapters left. Twenty-two chapters to show how the world adapts. How mentors and integrated humans build a new society. How the old world transitions into the new. How love becomes the most important resource in human history. Because without it, everything falls apart. And with it, everything becomes possible.

Assets froze. Her father's desperate calls went unanswered, and soon, the whispers began suicide, scandal, weakness. Adrian had stood by his father's side through it all, his face empty with no emotion, untouched by the wreckage. He hadn't even glanced at her that night, a mere shadow in the hallway. But she had memorized him: the way he commanded space without effort, the cold calculation in his gaze. He was the devil's son, and tonight, in this ballroom, he still wore the crown.

Because she already knew—he would burn the entire world down if it meant keeping her from getting consumed by it. And that terrified her more than anything. Because the world they came from didn’t just punish love—it hunted it. Cut it out like a disease. Made examples out of anyone foolish enough to believe they were exempt from the rules. And now, there were two fools standing on the edge of a war, hearts exposed, backs to the flame. Leora looked down at her hands, then at him. “This isn’t a story where we make it out,” she said softly. “No,” he said. “But I’m going to fight like hell anyway.”

“Rowan believed in us. In all of us. He gave himself to save this world—not to destroy it.” The Architect reformed, this time taking the shape of Agnes. Her voice was soft, almost soothing. “He gave himself because he loved you. But love is fleeting, child. Destiny is eternal. Why cling to something so fragile when you could embrace something absolute?” Aelira gritted her teeth, her moonlight wavering under the strain. “Because love is worth fighting for. Because it’s real. Unlike whatever you are.” The Architect shifted again, dissolving into a swirling mass of light and shadow. “Very well,” it said, its voice cold and final. “If you will not surrender willingly, then I shall claim your wor