I'd Rather Be A Lover Than A Fighter Novels & Stories

“I love you.” His eyes fluttered closed. “Don’t say that,” he rasped. “Why not?” “Because I don’t want to need it.” My heart cracked clean down the middle. “You think needing someone is weakness?” “I think it’s a liability.” “Then you’re looking at it wrong. Loving someone is the only reason to fight this hard in the first place.” He opened his eyes again. This time they were wet. “I don’t know how to do this.” “Neither do I. But we figure it out. Together.”

We had been attacked. We had been forced into the light. But we had not broken. Victor Kane’s final strike was coming. My family’s silence was deafening. The critics and rivals were still circling. Yet here we were — together, unashamed, and ready to fight. Tomorrow would bring new battles. But tonight, I allowed myself to believe that we might actually win this war. Because some love stories aren’t quiet or safe. Some are loud, messy, and forged in fire. And ours — no matter how the world judged it — was real.

“After all the prophecy and… pups, I assumed he’d, I don’t know, not just leave.” “He will always fight two wars,” she said. “The one with the world, and the one with himself. When he fears he’ll lose the second, he runs to the first. Easier to bleed than to bend.” “Not exactly comforting.” “Not an indictment, either.” Her gaze softened. “He was not raised gentle, child. And love—real love—is the battlefield no training prepares you for.” Love ricocheted around my ribs, knocking into every denial I’d neatly stacked.

Yet, in his embrace, she discovered a vulnerability she had never known before, a tenderness that was both exhilarating and heartwarming. Their love was a powerful force, not one of overwhelming passion or explosive romance, but a quiet, profound connection that had weathered storms and triumphed over insurmountable odds. It was a testament to their shared experiences, the crucible of battle, the unwavering loyalty they had shown each other. It was a love that had grown stronger with each passing challenge, each victory won, each moment shared.

Yes," she answered. People she used to be with almost every day before. After lunch or maybe at late afternoon she would do that. At hours when people are relaxing after works. It's still morning so she will be going to horse riding first. And on the plateau she loves to go. She's there at the stable. Pegasus is the only one she wants to ride but it has an illness the veterinarian said. "Pegasus is also getting older," Mang Castor explained. "It's okay. I'd rather choose Star," she replied. The heat of the sun was still nice when she reached the top of the plateau. Just like how she spent her whole day before. She suddenly imagined Jake in its appearance as it handed red rose flower to her

And between her thighs, the expert caresses of that afternoon's second lover. She was not a bad person, not at all. She was just a woman in love with her lover, who used all kinds of blackmail and trickery to keep him by her side. For an instant, he thought Arthur would refuse since he wasn't one of those who liked threesomes in that way. But she did it to punish him and show him that she was in charge of their relationship.

I decided to not dwell on that thought. "I'm a cop Ace, I don't usually run away from a fight and I'll not start now. Don't become soft on me just because I'm now your girlfriend. You should know I can handle myself well." I grumbled and stepped out of his arms. He sighs and nods. "No point in arguing with you is there? Just promise to not get hurt." I smile and nod. "I Ryn Waters, promise to not get too harmed in fighting off assholes. Are you good now?" I finished and raised my brows mocking him.

was the name on her forged ID tonight, a careful fabrication. She said nothing at first, simply offering a sweet, practiced smile as she met his eyes. Inside, she imagined his empire fracturing, his world reduced to the same ashes he had left hers in. Her blood sang with it. "Most people avoid eye contact with me," Adrian continued, one eyebrow arching slightly as he sized her up. His voice sound like velvet over steel, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to assess her. His gaze traveled slowly from the modest collar of her uniform to the curve of her neck, down to the tray in her hands before returning to her face. "You're quite different."

As a child, Elena Carter witnessed the brutal murder of her father, a decorated detective, at the hands of men she believed to be part of the Mafia. That night, her world shattered, and she vowed to dedicate her life to avenging his death. Years later, she becomes a detective, determined to bring down the very criminal empire she holds responsible. Her mission leads her deep into the city’s underworld, where she goes undercover to get close to the ruthless and enigmatic Adrian Moretti, a powerful Mafia boss feared by many. Cold, calculated, and untouchable, Adrian is a man who trusts no one—but when he crosses paths with Elena, something shifts. She intrigues him. She challenges him. And,

“Louise, do you think I’m hopeless? I’m the mother of a five-year-old. That doesn’t grant me the right to fall for a chairman. Also, he said that I’m his lover but in reality, it’s just a nicer way to refer to a plaything. I have no right to have feelings for him.” Louise looked at Monique’s reddened eyes. She had no idea that she was suffering so much inside and could not bear to voice out. She said, “F*ck lovers! The right to love? Go to hell! Let’s drink!”