Good Military Romance Books Novels & Stories

However, even worse than the pain was the sobering clarity that came with it, the kind that sharpened everything to a brutal reality. Memories flooded back: Francis pleading with Adrian not to kill me ten years ago, the mix of pity and heartache in Francis' eyes when Adrian forced the first dose on me, the comfort Francis offered when I was scared and crying after my first mission, and the way he looked when I lay weakened in bed, swearing my loyalty after each dose. I remembered it all. However, the love I once felt for him was gone.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

I could hear them laughing about something, their voices melding together in the warm summer wind. Audrey's hand rested comfortably on Ray's forearm, a diamond ring glinting in the sun. The wedding had been four days after the fire started in an intimate ceremony at the local chapel. The town had celebrated their wedding, throwing a party in the hotel where most of the evacuees were staying. Everyone said it was the best party in the history of the town, as everyone celebrated instead of worrying over something we had no control over.

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The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

He winks and squeezes my hands before mouthing the same thing back to me. The ceremony is perfect. When Cal finally lifts my veil and presses his lips to mine as our first kiss as husband and wife, pure joy overtakes my entire body. He cries. I cry. Both our families cry. And I swear even some of our friends cry too. I’ve had a lot of amazing days with Callahan Hastings. From the very beginning with our early morning farm stand adventures to cooking with him in the kitchen of our home in Manhattan while snow blanketed the city in white. Even some of our most recent amazing days, like the one where I got the call from my agent that my cookbook was going to be published, or even the other nigh

“Then stay close enough to pull me out.” His voice was soft but steady, a quiet dare. Dante stared at him for a long heartbeat, then set the gun down. “You make the worst plans.” “And you keep following them.” He stepped closer. For once there was no static between them, only the sound of rain starting on the roof. Dante brushed his thumb across Aiden’s cheek. “You scare the hell out of me.” “I know.” They kissed—slow, inevitable, the kind of moment that felt like proof the world still had warmth left to give. When they broke apart, Aiden whispered, “That’s the part of me no code can rewrite.”

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Five Something You Shouldn’t Want The wind picked up as Evelyn rode the ATV across the far fields, her fingers clenched tight on the grips, her braid snapping behind her like a whip. The Romano name was all over her brain like a stain she couldn’t scrub out. Not just Damien anymore—but all of them. Luca had sent her a link to some sleek app design mock-up “in case she ever wanted to digitize the ranch,” and Dante had casually shown up at the farmer’s co-op talking gym memberships and local partnerships like he belonged. It was calculated. It was charming. It was suffocating. But it was Damien who got under her skin the most. Always him. Always that look like

“What’s wrong? You look tortured. Existential crisis?” I sipped my drink, checking my wristwatch to see how much longer it would be before she was supposed to wake up. “Something like that.” I perked up. Adrian was one of my strongest soldiers, and just now, when dons were dropping like flies, I couldn’t have him distracted. “Knocked someone up?” I asked. “I wish. No woman I’ve met is worth my seed.” Ouch. “So, you want to knock someone up, then?” “Something like that.”