I Was A Male War Bride Novels & Stories

"Of course. By then, you'll be so much more mature. Don't worry, I'll wait for you. I will only ever love you." But now I had grown up. And he was with someone else. Why? Why did he lie to me? My chest ached. The tears came without permission, falling faster the more I tried to wipe them away. In those war-torn countries, I treated wounded civilians under falling bombs and gunfire. Even then, I kept telling myself, 'I have to survive. I have to come back alive, because I'm going to marry Dennis.' I even applied a year early to come home.

I sat on the small footstool at her knees, the same footstool I'd sat on as a child to have my hair brushed in this room, and I let her put her hand on my hair. She didn't speak for a long moment. My father had come into the parlor behind me. He sat on the couch opposite us, with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together. He looked older than he'd looked at the wedding. He looked like he hadn't slept since Saturday morning. His hands had a slight tremor I'd never seen before; he'd come back from the war in 1972 with the kind of nerves that didn't shake until they did, and the morning of my own grandfather's funeral was the only previous time I'd seen his hands not stay still on

His wolf disappeared, and unable to find a mate. Such a person was by no means the suitable match my father spoke of. I didn't want to marry him at all. Yet, this enigmatic man, Ismail, turned out to be the last person I expected to marry. Despite my protests and resistance, my father coerced me into becoming Ismail's seventh wife. I never believed in fate or destiny. But, I couldn't fathom Ismail's decision in marrying me. As someone capable of leading such a huge army, shouldn't he be more careful about choosing his partner?

It was a pain to hear. “I was young then,” he went on, his gaze fixed far beyond the trees, beyond the stars. “Too young to know what it meant to carry someone in your heart. But I did. When war came, I left. I had even promised myself I’d come back for her. That I’d win, and then we’d have our life.” He gave a bitter chuckle, but there was no humour in it. “But when I returned,” he said, “she was already married. To someone else.”

The powerful aura that I could never forget, I want him again, again as my husband. I never thought I could get separated from him but then….finally it was the time when he was single and I could be his bride again. With a smile, I turned my head toward the entrance but I was surprised to see the guest's tense expressions and they were also staring at the entrance. And finally, he came inside. Damn it! He looked damn too handsome. Cade. My Cade. But his eyes were staring at someone, it looked like he was waiting for someone...and that someone was a woman, no...it’s...it’s a witch?

Eliana: I kept my eyes on the paper that I just signed. My wedding contract. “Congratulations to our new groom and bride” My father announced proudly. Of course he would be, the man was forcing me into a marriage for a stupid peace between him and this family. The two families couldn’t just simply stop their fights, no, they had to wed me and their don, their eldest son, Vladimir Romanov. The man’s brown eyes avoided mine as they remained fixed on his own parents. His father may have been alive, but the man had resigned his position a few years ago to his son.

I was snapped out of whatever trance I was in. “what?” “Your character, Mary Anderson, who is she?” Mr Julio handed me a cup of cappuccino. “Oh, she's the president's wife” Mr Julio let out a dramatic sigh “my goodness, you're the lead” “Yes sir” I was so proud of myself. “You're always the lead, mi hija, but it's still something that makes me really proud” “Thank you Abuelo” I called him this only when I was really emotional.

I said softly, brushing a kiss to her temple, "Nobody touches what belongs to me." She let out a shaky breath, sinking into my arms. War had officially begun. And this time, there would be no survivors. ... My wife was asleep, curled up on her side, her cheek pressed into the silk pillowcase. I watched her chest rise and fall just like I always did when I couldn’t sleep. And that happened most of the time. The moonlight painted her in silver. So deceptively soft. So fucking fragile.

Since when? But Ava didn’t react or flinch,she didn't hesitate,she just continued, “My husband is not an old man.” A faint edge entered her voice that was almost intentional. “He is not someone I am ashamed of.” Another pause,then she delivered the final blow. “My husband is the CEO of Ward Industries...” “Elias Ward...”

“Tiana, come back to me, okay? This time, I’ll give you the grandest wedding. You’ll wear the most beautiful wedding dress.” Zack frowned and kicked him away. “Don’t touch my wife.” Watching Shawn fall to the ground, I thought of the child I had lost, and my eyes welled up with tears. “Shawn, you disgust me.” My whole body trembled, but the tears still flowed down my cheeks. “Five years ago, when you made me wear a bridesmaid’s dress, I was carrying your child! That night, you never came looking for me in that heavy rain. You didn’t care whether a pregnant woman like me might be in danger.