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

It was quiet between us as he spoke, breaking my train of thought. "Tell me what you want?" He said staring deep in my green eyes. Ì took a deep as I gather my thoughts. "Love is a war, and I need a soldier." I licked my lips before continuing. I kept my gaze firmly planted on his to let him know I was serious as I say these words. "I need someone who will go to end and back with me. Someone who won't fold under the pressure. Someone who won't quit when it gets a little tough. That's when I know I've found something special. Something real. Something worth keeping. Anybody can love anybody when things are good. Real love stands the test of time, the test of faith, the test of loyalty. There

Although she wanted nothing more than to stay with her daughter, Marisa felt obligated — nay, it was an out-right calling from within — for her to enter the fight herself; for love is stronger than fear, and Marisa loved Lovato deeply and the criminal legacy they had chosen together. She charged towards where most of Lovato’s enemies were standing in shock that they had been stupid enough to underestimate this fearless woman who ran against them like a raging bull wearing red combat boots. Most of them began running away as soon as they saw how fiercely determined she was - but not all could escape unscathed or alive…Marisa took out several Mafias before advancing further up top alongside Lo

Whatever that looked like. I'd face it. Like I faced everything. With pack. With mates. With absolute refusal to give up. Because that's who I was. Luna Eclipse. Survivor. Fighter. Lover. And nothing. Not even impossible truths. Would change that. Ever.

“Okay, let me explain it in simple terms. If there are only two options, save me or save the whole world while I die, what do you think a hero would pick?” She hesitated. “…Saving the world.” “Exactly.” I snapped my fingers. “That’s the point. But a villain who loves me? He’d choose me every damn time and let the world burn. That’s what I want. A guy who looks at me and says, ‘to hell with everyone else.’”

He says irritated. "Just lie and tell people you're an MMA fighter." "Do I look like a fighter?" He picks his mirror back up and looks at himself again. "Yeah, real... Scary." I bite the inside of my cheek trying not to laugh. He's so gullible and superficial... "I'm a lover, not a fighter." He sighs. "I ain't gonna get laid looking like this. Shit, they probably won't even let me in the strip clubs." He whinges.

“Well, I will be fighting Kate for you. Why should you not fight for me?” I took a sip of my wine. “I am not a violent man.” “So you would let a man beat you up without defending yourself?” she asked. “I wouldn't put myself in a position that would make me have enemies that would want to beat me up,” I replied. “Even for love?” She asked.

“Did she even believe what I said?” “Nope,” Liam drawled. “I don't think you did a great job convincing her, Angel eyes.” I closed my eyes, trying to suppress the murderous intents that were brewing inside me. “For the last time, it's Vivienne,” I bit off. “I prefer Angel eyes,” he asserted. “It suits you more.” “You are so… incorrigible,” I muttered. “And also very unapologetically offensive.” “What can I say? I like riling you up,” he retorted with an easy smile. “It's so far the easiest thing to do at the moment.”

Fight the beast and take back my life. If it wasn't for my love for him, the beast would have consumed me. Bastian gave me something to fight for. I fought for him. I fought for myself. I fought for this pack. Now, I only feel love for everyone. I no longer have to fear myself. I no longer have to hide. I no longer have to worry about what lies beneath. The only thing I ever have to feel again is love and that's the best feeling in the world. THE END

“You aren’t happy, are you? You were thinking your life would have been better and easier if you had chosen William.” “Maybe it would have been easier, but it wouldn’t have been better.” I rolled on my side to face him. “I love you, not William.” “But you would have been happier to have a life like Penny’s,” Victor said. “Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t.” “Wouldn’t you be happier without having to fight bad guys all the time?” I countered. “Aren’t you tired of men like John Cameron threatening our lives?” I sat up. “Victor, I don’t regret one second of the time I’ve spent with you,” I assured him. “But I’m tired of fighting the world. I can’t go anywhere without being recognized

I replied, ladling batter onto the skillet. He nuzzled my neck. “What did you mean, back in the bath, about love being a rebellion, not a compromise?” I smiled at the memory. “That poem—she talked about how you have to fight not just for a person, but also for the space where you get to be exactly yourself. That love isn’t a truce, it’s an act of defiance. Because you’re always choosing each other against something, not just with ease, but with intent.” He let that settle as the pancakes browned, then flipped one, taking over briefly. “You chose me against everything?”