I Hate War Novels & Stories

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?’

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

except for one, I notice. I hitch in a breath as my gaze meets the eyes of the brooding War God. His eyes are colder than an Arctic wind, and though he holds the Goddess of Love in his arms, he barely seems to notice her. His eyes flit from me to Apollo, his expression unreadable, other than the obvious tightening of his jaw. I force myself to pull my gaze away, focusing with difficulty on Apollo, who's smile has turned amused. "Interesting dynamic there, you two." He says in a voice that holds the smallest, almost undetectable amount of bitterness. "In all the myths, it is Aphrodite and Ares who are in love, unable to stay away from each other...and yet...that has never been the case." "Wha

I just couldn't afford returning home without a job. "Well welcome aboard!" He exclaimed and slipped my file in his drawer close by. With a wry smile, I stood up and thanked him. I was to return the next day. I felt like screaming for joy, or let me say pain. Teaching was the worst job ever for me. It was my second list after detective. I wondered why I hated working, but I just had to right, this is the 21st century, and we've got to struggle to survive but to me, this wasn't what I wanted. As I cat walked, I came across a grocery shop and I hopped in. I was going to sponsor today's meal with those horrible neighbors because I got the job. They more like agents fixing people with works and

"Do you hate him for what he did to you?" Ike paused as he considered the question. He had been terribly lonely waiting for Baja or Fenton or Shay to visit him, but he didn't hate the Dagerstanteen. "I don't hate Baja or you. I'm not even sad over the life I've lived. I am saying that love caused a war. Many Dagerstanteens have died because of what Baja chose to do. Love doesn't bring clear-headed thinking and planning for everyone involved. Love is selfish and wild."

She asked. “Yeah…. why? Is something wrong?” I asked. “Alpha Owen is not only an asshole but he isn’t someone one should reason with. I’m sure he would not agree because, he had always enjoyed war and so he would agree to war and never for peace.” she said. “That’s a bit concerning.” I said, worried about what this meant for our efforts to avoid war. “What makes you say that about Alpha Owen? Has he been hostile towards your pack in the past?” I asked.