American War A Novel Novels & Stories

She made sure throughout the years to let us girls know that we were never wanted. My father joined the military when he was seventeen years old in order to go to Vietnam and fight. In retrospect I think he was just trying to escape his small New Mexico town. His mother had him when she was thirteen years old. Her mother or my great grandmother was mentally unstable and had tried to put my grandmother in a oven when she was a baby. This left my grandmother with physical scars but thankfully members of her family were able to save her before it was to late. She did, however, end up homeless and was eventually taken in by a family when she was around 10. The story goes that she had to shave

“The war clearly needed more volunteers- I assume. But if you had more experience, better skills, a firm grip of what you wanted to do, you would have saved Johnny’s life. He would not have died for nothing the way he did, under your watch.” “Joel. Leave this place now. You have said enough. Look at your mother!” his father said. Joel looked at his mother and saw that she was holding the letter in her hands and shaking terribly. “Dad, I don’t want this woman- “First off,” Mary stood up ,” I’m not just this woman. You should know my name. It’s Mary. Also, everything you just said is not true. Not one thing is true. All you did was assume. Assumed you know me so well, that you know my past and

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

She stood still with hands akimbo. “grrrr," Amayah said through teeth that were clenched. He was really boiling with rage. The fire had enveloped his body, he could feel his wardrobe begin to burn as he stood very close to it, the fire had already spread to his reading desk and he helped it grow. He threw fire at his bed and even the door. “ You and I have some unsettled business". He said to his mum, who tries exiting the door but was caught in the fire.

instead of "burying my crime." My car could barely move as the crowd closed in around it. Sylvia stood at the center, arm raised, finger pointed straight at me. "This man is rich because, like every capitalist, he robbed working people blind. That is the only reason he stands where he does. Vernon Inc. must be investigated."

He looked every bit the war hero the country adored— stoic, composed, untouchable. But i remembered the boy who'd pull my pigtails and grin crookedly whenever he caught a fish. The boy was long gone. The string quartet played a hollow waltz. Servants in black jackets moved with grace between tight circles of conversation. In one corner, someone laughed too loudly. In another two aides argued quietly in a diplomatic tone. "I see only your mother attended," Darrell said . I nodded. "She had to see her only daughter off and she doesn't believe in making scenes,"

she said without turning, voice steady but sharp. Ari was stretched out on the couch, shotgun leaning against his knee. His head lolled back, but his eyes were open, bloodshot and hollow. “I stayed up watching the treeline,” he muttered. “Swear I saw movement more than once.” “Paranoia,” Kael said flatly. He leaned against the counter, folding his arms, but his gaze flicked to the window as if to check for himself. “It ain’t paranoia if they were here,” Ari shot back.

After that night, the cold war officially began. Normally, even if I pushed him away, Hudson would inevitably gravitate back to me. Even if he just glanced my way, he would subtly maneuver himself to keep me in his line of sight. But now, he treated me with the cold, ruthless efficiency of a stranger. Even when handing out rations, he didn't spare me a second glance. Things were going exactly as I had planned, but I didn't feel relieved at all.

I replied to him. I knew very well that this war was a tricky one. It was a war that would win or lose, a war that both sides could lose, a war that would cost too much. This wasn’t a war for lands or people or expansion, this was a war of anger, a war of pressed down anger and I knew that it was going to be bloody, nothing was going to stop people, not even me. Not that I planned to. “Amira..” Jonathan whispered as he took a few steps towards me and I immediately two a few steps backwards.

A single message appeared. LAWSON: Well played. Now come alone if you want your father alive. Her breath caught. Maxwell felt her tense. “What is it?” She didn’t answer. Because across the room, Lawson was already turning away—slipping back into the crowd, disappearing before anyone else noticed him. Amelia knew then. The war wasn’t over. It had just changed shape. And Lawson Reynolds had made his next move. END OF CHAPTER 31