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

"But I never wanted to use them. Never wanted to become the thing I was fighting against." "I believe you." "You should not. You should run. Should take Lily and Ethan and disappear before I destroy you the way my father destroyed my mother." "What if I do not want to run? What if I want to fight for us instead?" "Then you are an idiot. And I love you for it." "I love you too. Even though you are broken and dangerous and probably going to give me a lifetime of trust issues." "That is the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me."

Apparently, you prefer other women over me. 'Honey, you should realize that I'm prettier than your girlfriend.' 'I don't think Lenzy is a good match for him. He's too perfect for a girl like Lenzy. I've known Lenzy since childhood; she's pretty, but there's nothing special about her.' 'Who was that girl you fell in love with, sir? 'My heart was broken when you chose another woman over me.’ 'I'm ready to be your mistress, sir.' 'Can your girlfriend fight? I want to fight for your heart, sir.'

They can't do anything to help Memphis and Fleur cause they didn't know their story but their hearts hurting for them to have this situation because they love each other back then. "I forgive you too, M-Memphis! I-i'm sorry!" Fleur cries, "I am so sorry, Memphis! And——I Love You Too, L-Love!" that was the last word she says and let herself fall in the ravine.

Finally, I muttered, “Because I can’t stand losing to him. I lost to him in high school many times, but not this time.” Champ shook his head. “Are you sure this is all about Jessica? You look like you just want to beat him for once.” He sighed, sipping his beer. “Maybe,” I admitted, my voice cracking. Was it true? “But fuck it. I would rather lose Jessica with him than let him get her.” “Tsk. Good luck with that,” Champ said, still sipping his beer. Stupid friend.

She had flourished as a vampyre, never giving into the blood lust that often claimed many of them as newborns. Hans had taken a near immediate dislike to her. She reminded him of his own weakness, of his inability to fight his own lust for blood. As far as he was aware, Martha had never been anything but kind to Hans, treating him the same as she did Malik. Eventually, she had stopped trying.

“At this point I don't give a dime, I don't care about the fucken shit you call a love if you go about spreading it to all the girls out there” “You are getting me pissed off Irene,I spend all my time and affection on you and all you can say is this”. he fall as he wept bitterly “All I ever wanted was a man who could love me, someone I love and loves me back without any lies attached to it”. She said crying more loudly “Why?,why,why do I have to always be the unlucky one”. Irene kept yelling as she cried Antonio moved closer to her,in an attempt to comfort her “Just leave me alone,get your filthy hands off me”. Irene said shifting backwards

I abruptly pulled away from his grasp, clutching a pillow in front of me, glaring at him with sharp, wary eyes. I had no idea who he was! "What?! Who did you say is your boyfriend?!" Justin's eyes bulged with anger, and he slammed his fist on the bedside table. Raleigh was his archenemy, ever since childhood! He had consistently been defeated by Raleigh, nurturing a profound hatred for him that he couldn't even articulate. As I looked around the empty hospital room, then at Justin, who was approaching with growing fury, I shouted anxiously, "Don't touch me! I don't know you!"

He laughed humorlessly as I hear him walking towards me, he pulled me roughly to look at him, "Do you think you have choices to make? Love, No. Right? Wait, I will give you two option," He began, rubbing his hands together, " First, Get ready, Smile, marry me and be happy, or second, don't get ready, don't smile, don't marry me and stay unhappy when people around here will call you my whore, even tho if I don't touch you, then don't blame me. " "I don't care!" "Really? let's see then the right choice is yours make. " He utters softly, moving back as he called some maids, "Ladies, please, help her to get ready on time. "

I said. "He lost a finger because you shot it. The fights you both had in the past were sweet. I think now you both understand one another, but you need to always tell him the truth." She said. "Stop trying to make me go for him. He isn't as handsome as Raymond or as romantic." "Venessa, he saved your life, remember," Maxwell said. "That sucks," I said. "Who do you love the most." He asked. "I don't know, they're both handsome and I had a terrible past with the both of them, but I don't know why I still have feelings for my husband. I love Raymond but I'll never forgive him. This is -"

I pressed my lips together, pretending to think. It was funny how I was still hurt by what he did, yet I didn’t want to see him suffer either. He hurt my feelings, yes…but I couldn’t erase everything he’d done for me. He used to spoil me endlessly. And I missed him too. Not as my lover—because he was terrible at that—but as my best friend. He was my best friend first, long before we ever became a couple. “Fine,” I said. “Not because I want to, but because you're so pushy.”