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

“What’s the matter? Why are you a bit aggressive today?” She didn’t like that side of him. It was darker. No woman would like bad boys, but if he can bring heaven to her, she’d like to accept it. Stacy never desired to hook up with someone like Zach, her longtime crush since high school, but the temptation couldn’t be resisted. She still gave up with her higher standards, looking down at her past self, breaking the promise she’ll not go near Zach again. Stacy found herself ridiculous, sometimes. She waited for a long time only to be a mistress. She was a fool in love, that only one tap in a shoulder… she sacrificed her body to make love.

"I believe your father was on a trip in my country when he found us and gave us shelter, my brothers died to an unknown disease leaving me alone with your father. I told your father my situation and he offered to bring me back with him here, I had already felt the kindness of these foreigners before and I regretted deeply what my brothers at home did to them but I took your father's kindness and promised to pay him back." "...we came back here and I found out that your father was a fighter, what we called a warrior but in a underground fighting pub, just like how I found you. He had sustained an injury during his last match and although he won, he would never play again, that's why he used h

I say. "Well, if she's a good fighter, she's a good lover. I will know because Bonita is one of the best fighters and lovers I ever had. I think all that fighting makes them very flexible," Victor winks. I do not know what to say because I do not know if Olga is a good lover. I smile and nod.

~This life like a war I'm always the loser You were my savior (No doubt, no doubt, no doubt) On the edge of the cliff your light leads me Making me a winner (So right, so right, so right)~ -(TXT) Loser=Lover ---- ---- ----- ----- --- ------ ------ --------- Stefanos:

“I’ve seen enough of life to know how to pick my battles but you kids haven’t. It’s why you believe the best thing you can do to fate is to fight it instead of embracing the path it has designed for you.” “They might’ve gotten this one wrong and it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to admit that they did,” I answered. “I might not be a love expert but I’ve never seen such animosity shared between supposed mates before. The hate is glaring and everyone within a mile radius can either see it or feel it, there’s no salvaging this except you allow yourself to believe in dreams and delusions of grandeur.”

I said sarcastically. His jaw tightened. “I never claimed to be Prince Charming, and my love isn’t a fairy tale type of love. I’m a fucked-up person with fucked-up morals. I won’t write you poems or serenade you beneath the moonlight. But you are the only woman I have eyes for. Your enemies are my enemies, your friends are my friends, and if you wanted, I would burn down the world for you.”

The room fills with muffled noises of throats clearing, grunts, and cackles. One side of Igors' mouth lifts into a proud smirk. "Hey," He hums, leaning back in his chair as he spreads his arms wide open. "I'm a lover, not a fighter. And if the women can't get enough of me, who am I to deny them?" He finishes in a cocky tone.

The frustration and desperation in his voice as he looks away is so raw and I crawl over to sit in his lap and take his face in my hands and force him to look at me. “I love you too,” I say and see sadness in his eyes as a tear escapes down his cheek. “How can you say that after everything I’ve just told you?” “Because it’s true. Because even though we have literally everything against us, I still want to try. I want to fight. Because this is worth fighting for; you’re worth fighting for.” “No, I’m not, Violet! I can’t give you a happy ending. It’s just not in the cards for me. My life is too messy. You’re already too involved. I’m not good for you. I don’t deserve your love.”

Loverboy # 4: "I'm - I'm - I'm… I'd rather not say." Host: "What would you prefer, sex or chocolate?" Loverboy # 1: "Sex, of course!" Loverboy # 2: "Sex." Loverboy # 3: "Sex." Loverboy # 4: "Chocolate." Host: "Are you naughty or nice?" Loverboy # 1: "Naughty." Loverboy # 2: "I'm nice." Loverboy # 3: "I'm not sure what to say here, but I can be stern and nice depending on who I talk to."

But from today, I don’t give a fuck about any of them. I would die in fourteen days time, but I would die knowing that I didn’t give any of these fuckers the satisfaction they were craving. Today, I embrace hatred over love. Today, I choose chaos over peace. Today, I choose hate. ** [ ~ Day Eight ~ ]