Novel & Cerita Civil War Fanfiction

Guerrillas of Southern sympathy had been terrorizing the area, and there was no doubt that the men who had shot their brother were in support of “the cause.” Though she had not seen Will for many days, her mind had wondered to him many times. She wasn’t sure why. There was just something about him that made her want to stare into those infinitely deep brown eyes. At first, she had tried to put him out of her mind. She had concentrated on Jaris—even tried to make herself think of all the horrible things her poor fiancé may have to go through in battle—so as to avoid thinking about his cousin. But, eventually, she gave up trying not to think about Will. Now, it seemed almost every time someone

In that cabin the night dragged on, the war looming like a ghost outside the window, and we sat at the table and had an improvised supper of canned soup and stale bread, Sanna speaking steadily as he outlined our revenge, getting Ryan to go outside and lure the sheriff into view--and Mom startled us all, her voice firm, "We must end this without any more blood, as far as possible; consider of the families on both sides, and we must remember that the sheriff is a human, as well as a reflection of ourselves, all the more so. Conti shook his head, bandaged shoulder and undefeated heart, and proposed that we spread false information in the ears of the sheriff through the moles we had captured, a

He wanted that so much that he was ready to force me into that marriage. I remember there was times when he made me feel loved. As if he really loved me. I was his own daughter for god’s sake! How could he do this to me? The war hadn’t started with gunfire. It had started with ink. And now that I’d seen the signatures— I would make them bleed for every letter. -------------------------------------------

Vahn POV When I stepped out of the field hospital, the sharp scent of disinfectant hung in the air. I could hear the door creak shut behind me, but I ignored it. I looked up, taking in the camp now reduced to ruins from the bombardment. I caught sight of Cecilia. My ex-wife stood just a few feet away, her back to me as she spoke with a doctor. Her fiery red hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders. She knew the truth all along, but she kept it from me! I had been manipulated by the ruthless Freeda and deceived by Cecilia. A fool, that was what they had made me.

“Vivian… what’s happening?” I swallowed hard. “I—I don’t know.” But I did. I knew exactly what was happening. Someone had started a war. And I was standing in the middle of it. Cliffhanger end-of-chapter line: I grabbed my phone, heart racing wildly. If that evidence reached Damian before I did… my marriage, my mission, and the man I was falling for would all explode in my hands

Together. The war was not over yet. Finch would fight back. The board would rebel. The world would laugh and question. But the civil war, the one that had raged inside him since he was a kid on a storm-tossed ship, was finally, absolutely done. He was done with it. And for the first time in his life, Julian Clarkson was free, utterly, unshakeably.

"He thinks I'm soft. He's going to find out that moss is just as tough as steel." She walked out. Liam stood alone in the boardroom. He looked at the empty chairs. He remembered the warehouse. He remembered the courtroom. He remembered the hospital. They had survived enemies who wanted to kill them. They had survived enemies who wanted to erase them. But now, the enemy wasn't outside the gate. The enemy was ambition. And Liam knew, with a sinking feeling in his gut, that a civil war was harder to win than an invasion. Because in a civil war, no matter who won, the family lost.

Vince was wild, he drank and gambled, was always fighting in the saloon in town and coming home scraped up, he was constantly courting girls he had no business even being near, more than one angry father had shown up on the Hart doorstep. Vivian's father was a stout man, an imposing figure, a rough sort of man who owned slaves. The Hart's disagreed with the practice but they refused to fight over it with their neighbors for the sake of peace. By the time John got to the Macabe house he had planned Vince and Vivian's marriage and the subsequent coup of Macabe land and freeing of the slaves.