Famous War Books Novels & Stories

The dangerous, quiet kind. Then it was gone. He leaned back, waving a hand dismissively. “Not the smartest move, Alessia.” “I’m fine,” I said quickly. “No one got hurt. Except maybe my pride. And my mother’s blood pressure.” He didn’t smile. Instead, he reached over to the coffee table, picked up a thick, glossy book, and dropped it in front of me with a soft thud. I glanced down. Top Five Universities in Italy. “Choose one,” he said simply. “I’ll take care of the enrollment.”

I also spent a lot of my free hours during the evening studying the books on the city, I took in so much information in the first couple of days that it felt as though my brain was going to pop. The books Peter gave me were more than helpful, there was a book on the first war, detailing how the council first came about and how their greed for power instigated the first war, for the most part it was written by people who had lived through it all, it went on to explain about the many battles and losses both factions faced and finally how the treaty came into effect, there was even a copy of the signed treaty in the back, something that fascinated me for the best part of a day, until the other

VITTORIA’S POV Three days before the wedding, I was sitting in the library. Not hiding. Not lurking. Sitting, comfortably, curled into one of the leather lounge chairs with a book resting open in my hands. The Art of War. Sun Tzu had lived and died long before men like Nikolai De Luca ever learned to call themselves kings, but strategy never aged. Power never changed. Only the pieces on the board did. I liked ancient warfare texts. They were honest. They didn’t pretend victory came from morality or mercy. They understood what most people refused to admit, wars were won before the first blow was struck.

Olivia asked. “Rap is my favorite, and I love jazz too. I grew up listening to Amy Winehouse.” “So, who’s your favorite rapper then?” “Well, I’ll say Jay-Z.” Olivia grinned. “Maybe we’ll both end up like Beyoncé and Jay- Z,” she teased. Tyler blushed. “Really?” he asked shyly, hoping she would say yes. But Olivia only laughed. When they finally left the studio, Tyler held her hand. “Olivia, can I ask you something?

He asked, his voice low and dangerous. “I would rather die in the hands of a real man, a man of his words, a real warrior than die in the hands of a pathetic excuse like Marcus,” I said. “And my bravery would add a lot to your pack. I am willing to serve you till my last breath.” “Serve me? To last your last breath you say?” Fenrir asked, his gaze hard and cold. “Do not lie to me or try to trick me. I hate lies and detest liars.”