Novel & Cerita I'd Rather Be A Lover Than A Fighter

We can go through the storm~ Weather the pain I'm always right here (always right here) Then you can tear down the walls Break down your pride I'm always right here~ I swallowed my saliva."Why did you ask that?" my question to him. "Because I just don't agree with that f*cking annulment." he answered. [Music] ~I'd rather lose my life than lose your love~ I'd rather go to war than give you up~ You're worth fighting for You're worth fighting for~

My love I'm sorry if I can't fight you because of my position in the mafia. Even if we are different, even if the opinions of others are in conflict, remember that I love you very much. You know I can't afford to hurt you, especially to kill. Get away, run away. You will always remember how much I love you. Yours truly, R.M.

he asked emphatically. As the lover froze, the man tilted his head. “Now, it's my turn to ask. Who is crueler? The one who fights for love or the one who gives up just because of a misunderstanding?” "The one who fights for a love that is not real," the girl replied with violently shaking eyes. She wanted to show determination without sounding doubts. “In that case, stop pressing me to be a more ruthless person. Don't ask me to fight for Katniss' love, because it's not real,” Julian said with his eyes wide open.

I stuck my tongue out at her, earning a laugh. "Fighting isn't something that comes naturally to you. You're more of a lover, then a fighter." Dotty shrugged, dusting some of the dirt off my clothes. "Maybe you need some inspiration." She offered, a smirk tugging at her lips. I arched an eyebrow at her, "Depends. What do you consider 'inspiration'?"

I could see why it was Liam's sanctuary. A loud cheer erupted from the ring, and I looked in that direction. Inside, two fighters were going at it, beating the shit against each other with vicious precision. One of them was absolutely massive, a werewolf like Liam, but he was even bigger than Liam. His movements were fluid and powerful. The other werewolf was smaller but incredibly fierce. In another world, they practically could be dancing. Liam's grip on my hand tightened, and I turned to see a dark cloud passing over his features. "That's Marcus," he said, nodding toward the larger fighter. "He's one of the best fighters here. And he fucking hates me."

“That’s what makes you so special, my love.” “A fighter stands up for others who can’t or are afraid to fight. They put everything on the line to protect people who have nothing to offer but their gratitude. Warriors and fighters accrue many scars physically, emotionally and psychologically but they don’t like to let anyone see those scars. I know you hate this vulnerable feeling right now. Most fighters are so prideful but you- You’re the kind of woman I have only dreamed about.” Conor cupped my face and kissed me tenderly. Really? “Your kind, strong, compassionate, witty and intelligent, loyal, tenacious, oh and can’t forget so sexy! I never would have imagined that I would be married to t

“Nina, please don’t leave me. “I’m truly sorry. Remember those eight years? Didn’t I take care of you? Wasn’t I good to you?” I could not deny his past kindness. He always remembered how I liked my food. But that meant nothing. Anyone could do that. Even his love was fake. I scoffed. “You mean that hypocritical love of yours? Do you think losing an arm can bring Ella back?” He fell silent before begging desperately again. “Nina, I’m sorry. I’ve failed you. Please give me another chance.

Elizah understood his words; she had been quite open about her feelings toward Mark Robertson. "So, no one likes him, huh?" "At least I know I don’t like men like him. When he talks to others, he acts like they don’t exist, but when he talks to Julie, he acts like the kindest person in the world." Richard laughed, leaving Elizah somewhat confused. Even though she didn’t fully understand his point, there was one thing they both agreed on: neither of them liked Mark. However, Elizah had her own clear reasons, unlike Richard’s ambiguous ones.

Alex pov I know what they say, that nothing can make one change his behavior or his reasoning or even throw away his morals. But what of heartbreak. Or betrayals Revenge. Well, I couldn’t care less anymore. What I know is that there is a fire that was ignited in me. I prefer to term it rage. And it burned brighter than I could control. My view of this world changed that fateful night. I am not ashamed to say it, but I have given up on love.

* At that moment, he couldn’t agree more. Stellan pressed on, confused. "Wait, didn’t you and Lena always hate each other? They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I thought we could be... half friends." Stellan’s gaze lingered on Alaric’s face, searching for a hint of agreement. "You’re mistaken," Alaric said sharply. "Just because I disagree with someone doesn’t mean I would use underhanded tactics against her or wish her harm. Especially not a woman. That’s nothing to be proud of."