Book In Love And War Novels & Stories

she took a long sip " By the way, how's my sister? You said she was love stroked and now I'm a psychiatric hospital" Lucy sighed helplessly, looking at her nails " it's been a month and a half since all these happened….. And I don't think she's getting any better." she looked up at Kate who was still busy drinking from her teacup. " And although she seems pretty much normal, and also talks normally, she's not okay. She always gets over-emotional and breaks stuff when the topic of love is brought up. And sometimes breaks down. It's like a love trauma." She looked around as if she was looking for something and then continued.

Damn… I couldn’t help but feel a little excited and nervous all in one go but ohh goodness help me! “Um Yea sure, you can hang for a bit if you want." I opened the door wider and moved for him to come in, then shut it and locked it behind us. I sat back on my bed and grabbed my book as he sat beside me "what you reading then?" "well… it’s actually a book full of romantic love letters and poetry that lovers would send to each other during the war but the way they speak to each other, the love and feelings that are put into each letter, It’s amazing, like no matter how far away they are or how long they have to stay away... it’s like they know that no matter what, their love will bring them b

he answered, and this just made me even more curious to ask him more questions. “Even though you can order it, but then it would take days for it to get here and you need it right now, so you had to come here,” I answered, giving him an explanation, and he nodded in agreement, immediately locking in. “What’s the name of this book?” I asked, and he swallowed. “Just an old classic historical romance book; Rebellious Love by Maura Seger,” he answered, and I slowly nodded. “Okay then,” I said as I took slow steps away from him.

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

The scent of coffee lingered faint‍ly‍ in the‍ air. ‎ ‎⁠I touched the spine of a book at random. “The Ar‍t of War.” Typical‌, I thoug‌ht, and almo‍st laughed. Then I noti⁠ced the one beside it—“The Little Prince.” ‎ ‎I sm‌iled. That tiny‍, une‌xpected softness said mo⁠re about Damon than any i⁠nterview o⁠r ru⁠m‌or ever could.

He had an entire shelf full of little figurines shaped like horses. Benjamin spotted a book face down on the nightstand next to his bed. The Beta sat down, grabbed the book, and chuckled at the title. Of course, “War Horse”. Benjamin flipped through a few pages but couldn't get into it. It just wasn't his type of story. Now if it had to do with werewolves kicking some ass, he wouldn't put the book down until he finished. As Benjamin set the book down, he heard a gasp at the door. The Beta's head snapped in its direction, and his wolf pressed forward at the sight of their mate.

The cover wasn’t familiar, but it was also scuffed and torn. A shudder rolled through me at the book’s mistreatment, but by the many dog-eared pages, it was much loved. “Tolstoy?” I asked as I read the author’s name. In my hands was one of Tolstoy’s greatest novels, and one I could admit I’d never read—War and Peace. I looked up at him but he was back in his shadow, talking to Marco, though his eyes never left me. I flipped open the pages, happy to have something to read again, since my unfinished book was somewhere in my bag that they’d done who knows what with. I greatly missed reading and was desperate for anything to help get my head out of my present situation.

Away from the hacking oldster near the exit blowing the snot out his nose while rain pelted the sidewalk outside. Wondered if maybe somewhere around some long-forgotten corner there was a war-time love story to be found. A tale about some dazzling soldier marching into the life of an ordinary Plain Jane to be her destined One and Only before bravely heading into battle. A moment later, with a final sniff from the decrepit cashier guarding the door, the quiet returned. She stopped. Looked at the shelves. Saw more BIOGRAPHY. Squatting, heel to backside, she wiggled a small volume free from its neighbors. German title. German text. Simple drawings with German captions.

Raven’s point of view. I was tied up in a dark room, with my hands and legs tried, and a gag put in my mouth. I scanned the room and saw four other girls like me, with our body covered with thin, transparent fabric. I gritted my teeth as I thought of how to free myself from the alpha of Blood Moon’s pack, but just then I heard footsteps approaching the room. “We must do as he says, if we ever want to end this war and get back our soldiers that he is holding captive.” A voice said.

Will they understand each other, or will they kill each other before they fall? Find out as we journey through in His Own Undoing- His Nightmare. There is war, hate, joy, tears, laughter, but most of all true love. Please read first*** This book is fiction, some of the location, and incidents are a product of my imagination as a writer although some most names are of real people.