Novel & Cerita Civil War Fanfiction

The kind of man who could ruin a woman if she let him in. I closed the tab, but his image lingered in my mind long after. It wasn’t love. Not yet. But it was something dangerous and for the first time in a long while, I didn’t want to control it. The rain started as I turned off the lights: soft, relentless, inevitable. And somewhere deep down, I already knew This wouldn’t end with a wedding. It would end with a war. Chapter Two: The Billionaire at the Table (POV: Alexandra Vaughn)

According to the journal, the year was 1961 and the civil war was at it's peak. Therefore, warfare was probably taking place in cities around Phuture. Still, the search for The Sandy began despite the ongoing conflict. Phuture continued walking at a steady pace, facing upward to the shining sun raising into the blue skies. She spent hours walking again until she finally come across the sounds of more people. She immediately crouched in stealth position again and rushed towards the side near trees, until she saw something shocking that thrilled excitement in her bones. The Union! Are they already here to battle? Hell yeah! I can join them and help save Celie's family!

One thing that I have noticed at my stay here in Fantasma, the drama like situations were a common thing in this world, and as of right now, I can feel the tinge of a drama plot brewing before me, especially when we were in the midst of the Civil war. “Of course, everything, especially at this point of the moment..right int the war time of this stupid Civil War..everything has it’s under laying intentions and message…and I think that we might become and object of some parties gambles….”. I got a very strong feeling that very soon something cliche will happened to me, and by that time everything that have been planned might see a drastic changes, perhaps even Duke Merrica might be moved by th

I could not deny it. "I am afraid Kevin and Trevor would fight for the pack company, Mom," I murmured, lowering my head in stress. My mother chuckled, which stunned me. I raised my head to look at her face. "Elara, can't you smell the storm between two brothers? The civil war has already begun. It won't stop until one backs down." I felt uneasy. All these times, I really wanted Kevin to have everything that Trevor had. However, now I realize it was not about the property or money, but the power.

The war takes place sometime after Fredrick graduates. And even though it was a win for the Kennedy Empire, the prince had PTSD. (Post-Traumatic stress disorder). The only one who could comfort him was Catherine which makes him realize that he had feelings for Catherine. It was a shitty arc... but, I would like to stop the war from happening because Rubia's brother Louis joins the war and ends up losing his arm. Rubia's memories of her brother were really warm so I'd love to be a good sister as well in this new life...

I sat in the driver’s seat of my Civic, the engine turned off, staring at the front doors of Blackridge Academy through the frosty windshield. It was Monday morning. Forty-eight hours ago, I was just a girl trying to survive her senior year. Now, I was the epicenter of a civil war. My phone had been a vibrating brick of chaos all weekend. I had eventually muted all notifications, but not before seeing the hashtags trending on local feeds. #TeamAtlas and #TeamEvans were no longer just whispered gossip; they were a literal draft.

A thick spray of hissing, molten lava splattered across my leather pauldrons, but I didn't drop my stance. I stood as an immovable wall between the threshold and the stone brazier where Elena's physical frame sat motionless, her silver eyes wide and unblinking as her spirit navigated the ghost-lines below. The civil war had hit its boiling point in the dark woods. I knew my warriors were outmatched by the cosmic fire, but as the door began to splinter off its hinges, I bared my teeth in a silent promise to hold the line until the Queen could drag Kaelen back from the void.

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--- Daniel imagined walking away from her. Imagined her reading headlines alone again. Imagined the light leaving her eyes. --- Unacceptable. --- “I choose her,” he said. --- It was not loud. But it was absolute. --- Pens stopped moving. Phones were lifted. Futures rearranged. --- Whitmore nodded once. Almost respectful. --- “Then we prepare,” he said. --- For war. --- --- Across the city, Cathy sat on the edge of Daniel’s bed. Her phone silent now.