I Hate War Novels & Stories

"Don't,Please don't make this harder." "It's already hard. At least let's be honest about what we're feeling." "I love you too.I love you and it's killing me because I can't have you. I can't choose you without destroying everything else." "Then we find a way." "There is no way.Our families hate each other. They're at war we're just collateral damage." "We don't have to be." "Yes, we do." I grab my purse, my phone, and leather jacket. "That's what people like us are. We're weapons. Tools. We don't get to choose love over duty."

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

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she asked, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. "Dad knows him, he wants this," I explained, causing her to sigh. Living with that jerk before marriage is the worst thing I can imagine, but I have no choice. "Forget it, Sofia. I've accepted that no one can love me," I said, feeling defeated. "So, when are you both moving?" Sofia asked, catching my attention. "Maybe tomorrow. Can you believe I haven't even met his family yet?" I said, shocked. Marrying someone you hate, and on top of that, not even meeting his family - just wow.

"The war that lasted for three days and killed dozens of innocent people. The war that wouldn't have happened if you had stayed and faced your problems like an adult." I felt sick to my stomach. "I... I never knew any of that happened. I thought..." "You thought you could just disappear and everything would be fine," Melissa said. "You thought you could run away from your responsibilities and nobody would get hurt. Well, you were wrong, Daisy. People got hurt. People died. And it was all your fault." "But I didn't know," I said desperately. "If I had known that leaving would cause a war, I never would have..."

I fall at least three times every week on my company's stairs. "Do you need help, Clumsy Nancy?" "Fuck off, Ric!" I hate Alaric, I really hate him. We've been working together for seven years now, but we've never had a real conversation. We hate each other, and we take advantage of each other in negative situations like this. Everyone calls me Nancy, they say I remind them of their childhood show, 'Fancy Nancy'. Ric calls me 'Clumsy Nancy' or 'Clums'. We argue a lot, way too much for normal human beings, and I always get pissed first. Honestly, most times he wins the argument, and I hate him more for it. But at least, I get the most love at work and he gets the opposite due to his offensive,

Caelrix's POV War. That's the only solution, the only escape, the only lifeline, the only language men like us understand. The word refused to leave my head the moment I mentioned it, beating on like a war drum, steady and unrelenting. Maybe it's because it had been so long since we had actually gone to war, so long since we stood against another Pack with only blood in our eyes. My dad hated wars, he always looked for the peaceful solution to things.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

But I was stunned for a moment. I saw the tattoo on the side of his thigh. My name was written on it. And under my name there is a heart. Written on the heart. 'My Girl'. My eyes watered. "Kier…" "I love you, Fatima. I have always loved you. But I used to think that you couldn't love me because you hate me so much. I'm sorry." "Who wouldn't be angry with you? You insult me ​​every day for being obese."

Ivandor had lived in a ghetto neighborhood all his life. Characterized by lots of trash, loud people, fights, gunshots, police, stray animals, base boosted cars at three in the morning with bases so loud it knocks pictures off walls, thieves that steal practically anything, puppies eating trash, young children walking without shoes, crackheads, so much homeless people, shopping carts everywhere, liquor stores and cheap motels on every corner, screaming, graffiti, people digging in trash, random knocks on door, beware of dog signs, alley ways full of trash, hit and runs, tire slashers, loose pitbulls, creepy guys catcalling and creepy women following both men and women with little change for