All Quiet On The Western Front Novels & Stories

The unmistakable sounds of lovemaking filled the air. Don froze, his face going pale as he turned toward Fiona in disbelief. The guy clapped his hands. "If you all wanna see the uncensored video, scan the code and join the group chat! It's free!" One of his goons held up a big piece of paper with a giant QR code printed on it. The crowd rushed over immediately. Within minutes, a bunch of young guys were squatting on the ground, grinning as they watched the video on their phones. The moans and gasps echoed through the crowd, making Fiona's face flush a deep red.

Zach The quiet before retaliation always felt worse than the fight itself. Men think war starts with the sound of gunfire, but it really begins in the silence before it — in the waiting, the stillness, the thousand decisions that have to be made before the first bullet leaves a chamber. By dawn, the house was a pulse of movement beneath the hush. Trucks fueled, phones burned, maps redrawn. The air reeked of gun oil and tension. Everyone moved with a kind of reverence, the way you walk into church before you sin.

A prayer rose from the depths of my heart as I watched Cassian walk out of the cabin, each step as determined as a vow. “Please protect my mate, the Moon Goddess. He is the only one I have in my life.” … As soon as I stepped out, the world transformed into a horrible nightmare. Screams tore through the air. Warriors sprinting across the ground, shifting mid-run. Mothers clutched their children, dragging them towards the safety shelters as smoke started rising at some distance. The ground trembled beneath my feet with thunderous paws, clashing steel, and the first roars of a war. I was barely able to register anything when Uncle Enzo grabbed my hand.

The room swam before my eyes, not from tears, but from the cold sweat of pain. Three years of memories spun in my head like a whirlwind. Roman, taking bullets for me, smoothing over family disputes... Yet, those memories always stopped at his face when he excused Liliana, that mix of helplessness and leniency. The first time we met, Liliana's bad intel led to a bullet in my chest and our cargo stolen. I was furious, demanding Roman make it right, but he just stroked my hair and said, "Eleanor, it was just a mix-up with the map. Liliana didn't mean any harm. I've already grounded her."