Love Is A Battlefield Chords Novels & Stories

He shook his head, doubting that the person at the door would be Kris. "Hold on, I need to see who is knocking on my door" he said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The phone line was still on, when Allen walked to the door. He opened it to see Kris standing there. "You've got to be kidding me" he said, ending the call. Allen put the phone back in his pocket, and fixed his eyes on Kris. She hasn't changed a bit. She still looked like she was, the first day he had met her. Allen couldn't deny that he still felt something for her, but it was not love. It was pity, Maybe? or was it hate? Was it because their relationship didn't end with any of them ending it properly?

With Love, The Cloud.

Aaric leaned his head against mine, and his fingers traced random patterns on the back of my hand. “I used to think,” I whispered, “that love was supposed to be fun. Easy. Like a romantic comedy at the movies.” “And now?” I turned slightly to meet his eyes. “Now I know love… can be a battlefield.” He nodded slowly. “And I wouldn’t mind fighting every day, as long as it’s with you.” The wind turned colder. Far below the hill, the church bell rang once—midnight. We stayed there, watching the stars shift slowly above us, while the world below kept spinning. But on that old villa balcony, time seemed to stop just for the two of us.

Love. END

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me sometimes. Forgive me.” “You’re not backing out of this,” Maddie insisted. “She’s playing you for a fool, Joshua. She doesn’t want you. She wants Marc. I saw it in her eyes.” “Is that true?” Joshua said to me with a hurt tone. “What’s happening to us?” I whimpered. “I thought you loved me.” “Oh, you’re good, bitch,” Maddie chuckled. “That’s enough,” Joshua said. He leaned forward to speak to the driver, “Turn around. Our plans have changed.”

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The frustration and desperation in his voice as he looks away is so raw and I crawl over to sit in his lap and take his face in my hands and force him to look at me. “I love you too,” I say and see sadness in his eyes as a tear escapes down his cheek. “How can you say that after everything I’ve just told you?” “Because it’s true. Because even though we have literally everything against us, I still want to try. I want to fight. Because this is worth fighting for; you’re worth fighting for.” “No, I’m not, Violet! I can’t give you a happy ending. It’s just not in the cards for me. My life is too messy. You’re already too involved. I’m not good for you. I don’t deserve your love.”

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

She gasped into his mouth, legs wrapping around his waist. Not to pull him closer. To lock him in. They didn’t move fast. They moved deep. And every thrust was a choice. Every moan, a confirmation. The projection above flickered one last phrase: “Love is not the absence of war. It is choosing to return to the battlefield holding hands.” Cassian cupped the back of her neck, not to guide her just to stay anchored. “You feel like a choice I wasn’t supposed to make,” he whispered into her mouth.

“You’re my strength, Aria. And with you by my side, I can take on the world.” I manage a weak smile, the love in his eyes beating away the lingering shadows of self-doubt. “We’ll show her what we’re made of,” I mumble back, determination filling my tone. As we restart our fierce battle, every hit we give seems to match the intensity of our united will. We become a storm of movement and emotion, every second in the fight an ode to the unbreakable tie between us. The wild sounds of battle fade into the background, leaving just the beat of our hearts and the clash of our wills.