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Brothers at war ( Love conquers) Chapter twelve Kaylani POV i felt more joy when a guy from no where stood before me. Oh thank goodness people like this still exist "you shouldnt raise your hands on a lady!" he said to the guy "And who the f**k are you to tell me that?" the guy frowned at him "Isn't your ass tired of all that shit that's coming out of your mouth?" he asked "yes!" i exclaimed from behind and shut my mouth immediately

he holds out his middle and forefinger, leaving a very small gap between them, "from going insane. Lord help me if I should be involved in your perfectionist behavior before you get used to your new rank. And you are forgetting I am a Warrior whose job is to train other warriors? This is normal dress code for me and what I do. If you only want to wear starched and ironed clothes, that is your problem. I prefer to breath." She says nothing, then holds his hand when he offers it to her. Together, they get out of the house to attend to their daily activities. Mathew is serious about leaving her to do her job alone. He goes to meet his warriors and they all erupt in cheers for Emily. "See, they

Dremis threatened his life before, he would probably do it again, if Dremis found out that Daniel was helping the girls. “You do realize, this is getting dangerous?” Daniel said chewing on some of his food. “Um yeah, that is why we ran,” Gabriela spoke before Abey could. She could see Abey was a little concerned about talking about this. “Look, Daniel, we can do this alone now, you should leave before you get hurt.” “Oh I don’t think so, you see this war started because of the two of you, not saying it is your fault. But your destinies have a part in this whole thing,” he said biting down again.

except for one, I notice. I hitch in a breath as my gaze meets the eyes of the brooding War God. His eyes are colder than an Arctic wind, and though he holds the Goddess of Love in his arms, he barely seems to notice her. His eyes flit from me to Apollo, his expression unreadable, other than the obvious tightening of his jaw. I force myself to pull my gaze away, focusing with difficulty on Apollo, who's smile has turned amused. "Interesting dynamic there, you two." He says in a voice that holds the smallest, almost undetectable amount of bitterness. "In all the myths, it is Aphrodite and Ares who are in love, unable to stay away from each other...and yet...that has never been the case." "Wha

I was with him always when he had made plans or deals with other kingdoms or just choosing the right decision for himself--I was always with him guiding him and he himself guiding me. I know that my existence had succeeded over twenty years--an age every woman gets married and already has children at but that does not mean I have no opinions and feelings enough to get wed without my input. I cannot reject this proposal since Azaleth may start a war with us. They have highly trained knights and many weapons, a lot of which we do not even know about. If we ever have a war with them, we would lose. We have already lost so many knights and warriors in the Great war of Dajoah and Caldorus.

War did not begin with gunfire or blood the way most people imagined. Real wars started quietly, beneath conversations, beneath pressure, beneath decisions that looked harmless until everything around them collapsed at once. William understood that better than most people because he had spent years building empires in rooms where smiles mattered more than weapons and silence carried more danger than threats. But this was different from business wars. Business still followed rules, even when people pretended it did not. What he had stepped into now followed only one principle.

I had been working on my book, pouring my heart and soul into it, and I was eager to share it with him. "Hey," he said, smiling at me as he sat down beside me. "How's it going?" I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of trepidation. "I've been working on a book," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Derek's eyes lit up with interest. "A book?" he repeated. "That's amazing! What's it about?" I hesitated, feeling a sense of vulnerability. "It's about my journey," I said. "About my struggles with anxiety and depression, and how I've been working to heal and overcome them."

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

She jumps on her toes from my voice startling her. “Sorry.” She grins awkwardly and I can't help the smile that escapes me. I use my hand to hide it. “I didn't ask before touching it.” She wants to set it back on the shelf but I halt her, not ready to see her leave yet. “That's okay. It's an attractive cover.” Just like you, I don't say. “Is it really The Art of War?” When I nod, she turns to the back of the book and smiles. “I haven't seen this edition. It's… different.”

“It’s about the werewolves.” His light in his eyes died almost immediately at the forbidden word. “What about them? Did they accost you or threaten you? Is that it?” “No, Father. No. I was wondering if there was a way to put an end to this meaningless war. If this keeps up, many more will die. Arth is barely holding up as is.” “Our fight against those vermins is never meaningless.” “We can come to an agreement.” “They can not be reasoned with.” “You are being difficult too!”