I Hate War Novels & Stories

I said quietly, “I forgot.” Sol’s gaze softened slightly. “That the war isn’t over,” I finished. A pause. I steadied myself. “Maxwell…” I said, the name heavier than I expected. “I hate him.” The words came easily. “But I pity him too.” Sol didn’t interrupt. Didn’t move. “He’s not even himself anymore,” I continued. “Whatever he is now… it’s not something that should exist.” Silence. “I have to stop him.” My voice didn’t shake.

The truth still remains that Leo King is the last person I should never start a war with. Afterall, I am now living with him, and I hate conflict. It has never been a good experience for me.

He said with wide eyes. “Marissa is going to kill me!” “What? Why?” “Oh, God. Why am I so stupid?” She squeezed her eyes shut, face palmed herself, opened her eyes again, and groaned in frustration. “Hey…” He did not know what he was supposed to do. "You are not understanding." "Make me understand." He rolled his eyes.

“What do you mean, now? We still have the same agenda. Hearteaters are cruel, Elaine. They don’t care who they eat, who they kill, or who they want to fucked with. They’re evil, and you wouldn’t want to meet one of them in your life!” “But I already did!” She bellowed, facing me. “What I’m pointing out here is, you’re being impulsive. This is not you! Declaring a war is not the right way. You know that in war, there is no win or lose. Both parties will suffer because of the damages. Those innocent lives who signed up to be with you…they are all too young to suffer. They don't deserve this. They should be running around the woods, playing, getting to know their mate. A war is not a fucking jo

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

MALCOLM I have a bittersweet feeling towards the concept of war. On one hand I hate the brutality that comes with losing your peace, your home and your life to the hands of a stranger who only cares about political gain. But on the other hand, I love the rush of adrenaline that pumps through my bloodstream at the battalion of warriors marching towards me. I love the deftness of blood when it paints the ground. I love the symphony of grunts and screams that floods my ears.

I'm feeling conflicted right now, I mean, I completely understand her concerns, but my conscience won't let me send that man away just like that. Monique moved closer to me, leaned forward and placed her hands on my shoulders. “Babygirl, it's great that you're a kind soul, but it's super great to be ruthless sometimes” she said. Thinking deep about her words, I tried to find the ruthlessness in me, but unfortunately, the harder I tried to find it, the more I couldn't see it. “He must leave” her voice is now calm. Taking a deep breath, I shrugged her hands off my shoulders and got up. “I'm sorry, Moni, but I can't send him away”

Listening. Her words cut deeper than he expected. Later That Night... Grayson stood alone in his study, staring out at the rain cascading down the glass wall of windows. He hated this. He hated how wrong everything felt since their kiss. Since her. He hated that he could still taste her. Still feel the way she’d trembled in his arms. "She's just the nanny." That was what he told himself. Over. And over. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was her defiant stare... her softness with Lily... her fire when she fought back.

It had only been two nights, but already the place felt less like a hideout and more like a slow, sprawling trap. His phone had two bars, barely. Still, when it rang, he answered before the second buzz. Harlow. “Took you long enough.” Her voice cut sharp. “Took you long enough to almost ruin your life.” “I thought we were past that.” “We’re not past anything, Riven. Your dick is still trending.” He leaned back against the wooden post, lips tugging into a smirk. “So it’s true what they say. Bad press is still press.” “This isn’t press. It’s war.”

EVER AGAIN! Her voice shook, but it didn’t break. ‘Your son bullied me all my life in school. He humiliated me. He scared me. He made my school days hell and you can just imagine the hatred I have for him, and you too! You are and irresponsible mother… who can’t even teach her son proper manners and now you stand here to call me a whore? Questioning my dignity?’ She laughed bitterly, letting her tears burn down freely now. ‘Does cruelty run in your blood?’