I Was A Male War Bride Novels & Stories

, he roared sharply, his fist slamming down onto the desk, silencing me instantly. He leaned forward, his dark eyes pinning me in place.” This isn’t up for discussion, Serafina,” he stated, his voice cold and final.“Don Marco has spoken, and so have I. You’re to marry Adriko Ivanov. It’s the only way to end this War!!” I got up so quickly that the chair fell over, hitting the floor with a loud thud. I clenched my fists at my sides as I stared daggers at my father, my breathing harsh and fast.

He grabbed a glass and filled it with wine. "Father," he said. His voice sounded thick. "Nice of you to include me." Sterling’s hand tightened on his knife. I stared at the man across from me. He had the same face. Same build. But the eyes looked colder. The smile looked sharper. This is the one from the photos I had seen. My husband stayed silent. His jaw locked tight. Warren didn’t blink. "Sit properly. We have company." The man laughed. Low and bitter. "Company? She’s family now, right? The substitute bride." His gaze slid to me. "You look good in black, Nora. Suits the cage."

That was when the memories returned. When we first got married, he tried to convince me to quit being a Warrior, because it was too dangerous, he didn't want me to get hurt during training or war. But I stood proudly and told him that my destined place was beside him, so I would fight alongside him as his Luna. He held my hand to his face and kissed the back of my hand, he told me that he would never let me get hurt. Now, he slapped me and pushed me for another woman. And he was even sending me to war so his beloved fated mate could hide away safely.

Longing was clearly in his voice, "I am finally home. This is the place I belong to." This statement made my heart full and at the same time confused. I know what was happening, what route I am doing, however, all of it confused me. I ate with the man I called 'husband' and spend the night with him. He was quite passionate since we just met after two years. He had a lot of scars on his back. I traced it gently while he slept. How much he suffered while he was in the war? I really hope that he stopped serving in the army and stayed here in this house. Even he just stayed as a common man who sells rice cake, I will still accept him and accompany him through thick and thin.

But I wasn't alone. gained a family in the middle of the war. Killian—my husband, who loves me with a reckless, all-consuming intensity that still takes my breath away. Jeffrey—my son, who is technically more Onika's at this point than mine, which is hilarious. Seriously. I went through hell just to hand the kid to Onika. Jeffrey pretty much lives with her. The universe has a twisted sense of humour. Kael. Dante—my brother-in-laws, who became my brothers in every way that matters. They fought for me. They risked their lives for a girl they hardly knew.

Victor had taken the photo himself, yet he didn't notice a thing. … On the wedding day, I stood behind the scenes in my role as the wedding planner. Nearly all of Victor's relatives and friends were present. His mother moved briskly through the crowd, her face glowing with joy, attentive and considerate in every detail—the image of a flawless, loving mother-in-law. Once upon a time, she had treated me the same way, as proof of how much the Langfords valued me. The day Victor and I registered our marriage, it was during the pandemic. No guests. No banquet.

Why so many this time? “Papa, will they be making Mr. Glassman go too?” Alene had come down the stairs after hearing the noise in the kitchen. “Yes my dear. He is under 35 also. I am afraid the betrothal and weddings will need to be put off until all this is over and the dust settles.” Alene now hurled herself at Heather who was seated closest to the stairs and began to cry with her. They were all scared. The girls had not known what a war like this would mean. Mama and Papa knew. The last time there was one like this many of the men did not come back. There were many widows, orphans, and spinsters as a result. Papa had been just under the age limit when it ended. He was eager to join when i

"Hey! You guys were right behind us!" John glanced over to see the two men who had 'married' one another before them in the queue. He nodded an affirmation as the men made waving motions at the shouting recordkeepers. Several flashes went off again as more pictures were taken. What kind of station was this 'marriage' they had chosen? Were they truly worthy of so much recording? "I'm Brian -with an 'i' not a 'y'- and this is my husband Ryan---" "With a 'y' not an 'i,' in my case," the other man chimed in.

Not one bit. How could anyone dare to mess with Theodore Myers? Especially her—the one forced on me. The replacement bride of all people. Still, she’s better than that whore of a sister of hers, my conscience mocked. True, I didn’t attend the wedding. I had no interest in associating with that bitch. But after finding out who I actually married, it seems this one’s different. Albert did inform me a lot about this woman. She’s an eyesore to her own family, and honestly, I can see why. That mouth of hers knows no restraint.

Naya was just fifteen years of age when she lost her parents to the war that happened between their packs and another pack. The war lasted for five months and it claimed both lives and properties. It was unfortunate for little naya to have lost her parents to the unfortunate incident. After the death of her parents, naya retorted to living with her aunt (kihara). Kihara has done nothing but make life miserable for her ever since she started living with her and sometimes, Naya prays for death to come take her because the suffering is too much. "You are still doing the dishes!" Kihara thundered the moment she entered the backyard and