Claiming Her Heart Is A War Novels & Stories

I was paying for everything he did after all, and now I am trying to clean up the mess. "Alliah..."Nicklos tried to reach for me, but I waved his advancements away. I was honestly to sick feeling for his comfort. I also knew that this came with the job. There was no love in war, only death and hatred. Their loved ones where already dead I am sure, and this was their last chance to get even. It meant their life, and that is exactly what they gave.

“But that changed.” “What happened to ruining me?” she asked softly. “I fell in love with you, my little spitfire,” I said, holding her face in my hands so she could see every ounce of truth in my eyes. “But your mother…” she started. “I’ll handle her.” I cut her off. “Right now, I need you to listen to me carefully.” She nodded, those wide eyes still glistening. “We’re at war,” I told her. “This blood you’re seeing? It doesn’t belong to just anyone. It’s a declaration.”

This changes everything. I stare at the message. At my sleeping husband. At the war that’s clearly not over. And I realize— We just won a battle. But someone else declared a much bigger one.

I bent down, cupping her jaw with a possessive grip, forcing her to look only at me. "You hear me?" I whispered darkly. "They can bring armies, masks, lies — but you belong to me. They'll try to rip you away... but I'll rip their world apart first." She shuddered, lips parting like she wanted to say something — but couldn't. Good. Let her feel it. The war had begun. And I'd kill every last one of them for touching what's mine. Saying this I grabbed her wrist and left giving them last deadly glare

Not as boys and girls anymore. As a war party with one heartbeat left between us. And every step, I swear on the broken pieces of that locket: I will get her heartbeat back. Or I will burn the Forty-Eighth’s reflection out of every mirror in existence trying. She wanted to see how far I’d go for Celeste Valentina Morau. I’m about to show her the answer is nowhere near far enough. Not yet. Next move is mine.

her hand in mine, her body steady against me, and her choice clear. And I knew, as surely as I knew the cameras were still flashing, that this was only the beginning. Because immediately I saw Wakes across the hall. The war is about to begin.

I continued to dry my camera with the towel when the girl from the beach pop out in my mind. Full of excitement, I hurriedly open my camera with my shaky hands. I quietly wish on my mind that my camera would turn on while waiting for its screen to light up. I gasp with excitement and sighed in relief when it suddenly turned on. A photo of a woman smiling as she watched the sunset while she paints is currently displayed in the screen. You can see in her smile how much she loves painting the sunset. FLASHBACK

One morning, or perhaps one evening, Kylie realized that, for the rest of her life, she wanted only Jonathan. Once that thought had taken root, she was bound to fall victim to heartbreak. That heartbreak reached its peak when Kylie discovered she was just a stand-in for Zoey. The overwhelming disappointment filled her, but no tears came. As Kylie walked out of the office building, rain began to fall. She hadn't brought an umbrella and walked aimlessly toward the subway station. The rain poured harder, soaking her hair and clothes. The wind blew cold, the rain seeping through her collar. Only then did Kylie feel the chill and wrap her arms around herself.

Well, at least he did not sound like a whore. He took a look around him. Yes, he deserved this, he thought, but he wasn’t going down like a weak damsel in distress. Alarick wanted him, then he’d have him. All of him. But not without a fight. “The gods have answered the Warlord’s prayer. Bards will make songs about this,” Avinash whispered to him, smiling. Erriene felt like screaming.

The realization was a dagger through Lisa's heart, exacerbating her pain from the physical assault she had endured. At that moment, Lisa understood the magnitude of the battle she faced. Not only did she need to prove her innocence, but she also had to confront the twisted perception that had clouded Alex's mind. She needed to uncover the truth but how? In the center of the room, a worn-out concrete floor offers no warmth or comfort, its rough surface showcasing years of wear and tear. Despite the frigid temperature, the floor remains perpetually moist, causing a slight dampness that permeates the space. Each step produces a faint echoing sound as if the room itself mourns its neglected stat