Hayasaka Love Is War Novels & Stories

Opposite of Chris, who looked negligible hurt as earlier when he asked if I am his cousin's wife or not. "Serve the food," Andrew ordered, slowly we all dug into our plates. "So..." Chris began, chewing his steak, "Elina is the love you were talking about, Andrew?" He nodded happily. "Yes, I am very lucky to have her and she loves me too." I parted my lips to deny it when Andrew indicated me to stop by squeezing my thighs under the table, "No Elina?" "Ye-yeah, I love him." I shutter a bit which did not notice by anyone.

She gasped into his mouth, legs wrapping around his waist. Not to pull him closer. To lock him in. They didn’t move fast. They moved deep. And every thrust was a choice. Every moan, a confirmation. The projection above flickered one last phrase: “Love is not the absence of war. It is choosing to return to the battlefield holding hands.” Cassian cupped the back of her neck, not to guide her just to stay anchored. “You feel like a choice I wasn’t supposed to make,” he whispered into her mouth.

Harvey sent Takai rolling on the ground before stomping him on the chest. “I suggest you not to mention that name. “As long as you know yourself, then that’s good enough. “If you still insist, don’t blame me for what happens next.” “Bastard!” Takai screamed furiously. “Even if you’re him… “You don’t have the right to humiliate me like this! “This is no Bushido Spirit!” “Country H has been at war with the Island Nations for the longest time. “Why would I need something like that to deal with you people?

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Hiroshi said awkwardly, “Chairman, relationships and careers cannot be treated as the same thing in the first place…” Yahiko replied angrily, “Then, just pretend that you are a playboy. You have two lovers in Osaka. Now that you are in Osaka, you will have to meet up with both of them. So, will you choose to meet up with the lover that you like more first, or will you choose to meet up with the lover that you like less first?”

Raven’s point of view. I was tied up in a dark room, with my hands and legs tried, and a gag put in my mouth. I scanned the room and saw four other girls like me, with our body covered with thin, transparent fabric. I gritted my teeth as I thought of how to free myself from the alpha of Blood Moon’s pack, but just then I heard footsteps approaching the room. “We must do as he says, if we ever want to end this war and get back our soldiers that he is holding captive.” A voice said.

Then she pulled back and turned to leave, her bag slung over her shoulder. "Kyla!" Jeffrey called out. She stopped and turned back. Jeffrey took a few steps forward, his hands shoved in the pockets of his dark hoodie. "You'd always be my sister, you know that right?" When Kyla didn't say anything, just looked at him with eyes that were starting to shine with unshed tears, he added softly, "And I'd always love you." Kyla walked back to him quickly and hugged him tightly, fiercely, like she never wanted to let go. "I'd always love you too," she said into his dark hoodie, her voice muffled but clear.

he said, low enough that it felt like confession, “I didn’t choose love. I chose war. And you walked into both with your head high.” I swallowed—not from fear, but recognition. “And you,” I whispered, “didn’t crown me by blood. You crowned me by standing beside me when you could have walked ahead.” His mouth tilted. Razor and reverence. “Then let’s give them a dynasty they choke on.” So we kissed again, slower this time—not the calm before the storm, but the promise in the eye of it. Because people think love makes you weak in war. They’ve never seen what love makes you willing to destroy.

Sure. Elio arched a brow. “Still think he won’t kill you?” “No,” she said, her expression unreadable. “He’ll try.” Elio gave her a long, assessing look. “You still love him.” Her silence was sharper than any admission. Elio sat across from her, wiping blood from his cheek. “Love has no place in war.” “I know.” “And yet—” He paused. “When you saw him last…” “I wanted to kiss him,” Alessia whispered. “And I wanted to kill him.”

he sneered. She took it without flinching and slid it on. “I’ll need it to bury your boss”, And across the world, war lines were drawn – not between nations, but between blood and love.