I Hate War Novels & Stories

I said as I wipe my non existing tears. "You both are mental!" Usher snickered to us. And we both glared at him . "What?" He asked like his shocked "Shut up! Your also mental!" We three laughed. Well, as I said I do have plan on settle down. But contrary to that, I still not yet found the woman that's right for me. As I can see, women just after my fame, money and bodddy???. Hhahaha.. of course please don't get me wrong people! Peace.. ✌️✌️✌️

[I hate you] END.

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

A war fueled by hate. I almost feel guilty that I carry that hateful streak within me as well. Until I remind myself that it is only aimed at those who do wrong to others. I know hate is hate, and that I should let it go. This stupid f*cking war being a prime example of that. You can’t always fight fire with fire.

I hold her arm and take her out of this tensed environment back to our room. I bare my teeth at him and he backs off, lingering out of the room casually. She gets up off of my lap and looks at me. "I have never liked war," she murmurs softly. "They result in massacres. Blood bathes the street, corpses litter the forests, and the smell of death lingers in the air for weeks."

“Are you really going to start a war in her name?” I stayed silent, letting the question linger between us. Wars weren’t friendly disputes or minor quarrels. No, wars were bloodbaths that stretched for months, maybe years. A reaper’s call sweeping through the souls of everyone who dared cross its path, innocent or guilty alike. Would I really do it? Would I bring terror into years of peace for the sake of a woman? “Yes.” I finally said, arms crossed. “I wouldn’t be the first to start a war for love, and I won’t be the last.”

Time that is usually wasted resting my head in my hands, considering all those aspects of life that I hate. So that's what I'm doing in this particular moment. And because my life is miserable, it takes me a long time. God, I really hate everyone and everything. I hate my stupid coffee shop. It's empty most of the time except for the same five customers who keep coming in every day for some reason I still don't understand. I hate my mom for dying just six months before the world changed, she should've died way sooner. I hate the world for changing in the first place. I hate the whole human race for being so stupid. I hate werewolves for deciding to announce their existence at the worst possi

"You my child are the one who will be able to win this war " "Pretty woman there is no winner in war, there is only loss and why exactly would I get involved in a war that has nothing to do with me?" "I know you are not a bad person, I know you care about innocent people dying and that you hate war the most" " You know nothing about what type of person I am and even if I do fight that war it will be my decision on who's side I am. I won't just side with you just because you asked me to"

“Why are you destroying our peaceful lives? Can’t you see that a lot of people are suffering because of you?” The enemy commander blinked several times before shrugging his shoulders. “I love wars,” he answered. “I love the thrills and excitement.” “But, the people, the innocent….” “People suffered every day.” He shrugged callously. “War or not.” “No, you can’t do this.”

People we lost, families that got destroyed, and suffered. Why people are such peace haters?