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

“You four - doubletime back to your pads back in the hangar. Whoever’s attacking us brought in some serious guns.” “Wait,” cried Eva. “We can help! You know I’m a combat pilot, and-” “No, we can’t help,” interjected Redstar. “We don’t even have guns! And if we did, I still wouldn’t fight. I’m more of a lover than a fighter.” “What, you can’t be a lover and a fighter at the same time?”

Replaced by a cold, clear purpose. They stepped out of the elevator, side by side, into the foyer. They were no longer just partners in a fight. They were lovers going to war. And they would either save the world, or burn it down together. —-

“I’m not apologizing for loving him.” The room goes silent. The cameras zoom closer. The host looks thrown off. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” I say, voice steady now. “I’m not apologizing for loving Xander Hayes.” He opens his mouth, but I cut him off for the first time. “Do you know what love looks like?” I ask. “Real love? The kind that doesn’t vanish when the world turns against you?” He stares, caught off guard. “Love is someone who stands beside you when everyone else walks away,” I say, louder. “Love is someone who fights for you when you feel like you don’t deserve it. Love is someone who loses everything… and still chooses you.”

She said. "I experienced all of that with your brother. We also promised all of that together. So I should continue that, even if I'm the only one who remembers. I am tired, Erwan. I can rest, but I can't give up. Maybe it's part of the test that we both have to pass. If you know how to love, you should also know how to fight. You can’t be a lover but not a fighter. Because you should fight for your love.” "But how do you know, sister, if you should fight, or if you should just give up?"

The bartender served him bottle after bottle. His eyes scanned the bar. He was the only one that came. He started getting used to drinking during the day. “There is a lot on your mind” the bartender smiled, handing him another beer “That obvious huh” Williams laughed along with him “Maybe you want to share with this bartender” If someone isn't good for you and has hurt you, should you still want that person?” “It isn't in your control, is it. Love sometimes can make you stupid. Despite the hurt, you still find yourself hopelessly in love. You can't help it”

Others joined in the laughter as Elle look down, biting down her lips. “ The fight yesterday, I was the loser and Salsa won.” Elle closed her eyes and look down as she sat on her chair, clutching her desk with her hands. “It is like a football match, or should I say a boxing match.” D’mally words made the others laugh. “Did you lose some teeth?” He asked Elle and some student chuckled.

the maid firmly refused. Eloise peered at the girl, who refused to back down. It looked like after spending some time looking at her ghostly pale face she had finally mustered up courage to speak her mind. 'But girl can you not, I really want a t-shirt and trousers,' Eloise thought with a hand on her sweaty forehead. 'Wait, a minute; does this world have a riding outfit?' "Um, do we have bleachers and a shirt?" she said with a sweetest most smile she could muster.

My Theger visible on my face, coupled with the hurt I was feeling inside from heartbreak, "Darling, I'm sorry, but I can't help you, you..." "Then leave me alone to die fatFatherI yelled, "I'd rather die than bear to part with Antonio," I added, with determination coursing through my veins, His face contorted into a mask of fury immediately he heard my words, his flabby cheeks started to vibrate again, "Enough!" He yelled, his hands lifted in a demonstration as he spoke, making my heart skip a beat from fear, but I wasn't going to be deterred, I had decided to face them head-on even if it meant dying, it was better than living in that torture.

“I gave you everything… money, power, my name… Why did you still choose him?” Liam held me tighter, his voice clear and steady over the storm. "Because you gave her a gilded cage. I gave her the sky."

So why was she still angry? She had no right to be angry at him. She was the one getting married even if she harbored no affections for her supposed spouse. Her relationship with Brandon was ending or had already ended. There was no need for her to get angry. They were not lovers. Just two people who slept with each other. She was not attracted to him even with how handsome he looked. His brown hair and blue eyes made him stand out in the crowd. And the tattoos on his body made him appetizing. He was sex on a stick, she knew that but she could not bring herself to see him as nothing more than her enemy and also, a temporary sex partner.