Love Is War Author Novels & Stories

His conscience pricked and His life almost lost its meaning. Today, recollecting memories of all those years of blood shed culminating into a shit of paper with countless signatures of people Andrew knew nothing about, he couldn't help but wonder if it was ever worth it. One thing was certain. He was done with the Army. 7years of fighting, 4 galantry awards and promotions. Yet, Andrew was determined to walk away. He had paid a huge price. Claire. The one girl He truly loved. Andrew was an Orphan so the Army became his only Family and when the chance came to Join the War,Andrew knew it was his only shot to live life a Hero. It hurt him but He choose the Army over Claire.

All he asked for was just one woman who would love him unconditionally, well what woman would stay with him when even his mother didn’t love him enough to fight for him. “Jordan” Ysabelle called softly, she took hold of his arm and held on. “ You really mean a lot to me and I have never loved another the way I love you. “She opened the car door and stepped out. Jordan sped off as soon as she closed the car door. He didn’t care if they were in the middle of a goddamn jungle. She was a soldier she could find her own way home. He couldn’t dare even succumb to his desires. He could have slept with her but even he knew he would not have been able to let her go after that. She was like a fucking d

I said, making Bruno's face to broaden with smiles. "Indeed, Lisa" He answered, his eyes glinting with warmth, "At the end of it all - Our Love later prevailed," he said, his wirds wrapped with emotions. "Just like Antonio and Sylvia - True love will always prevail," I responded, while we both smiled at each other.

The way when he looked into my eyes, I wished he would just kiss me. While Justen trusted and wanted the bond, I was standoffish. It scared me a little, it was so easy to get lost in the bond. We were heading into a war, was it wise for me to give in? Was going into a war with something so valuable to me smart? I adored him now, already after giving in to nothing. Imagine after. As much as I wanted a happy life and to do what would make me happy. I couldn’t do that; I had a responsibility to do the right thing for everyone. Is there a place for love in war? He had the ability to be my strength and my weakness. Only we could choose what path to take. I did owe him a chance at least, but it wa

Damn… I couldn’t help but feel a little excited and nervous all in one go but ohh goodness help me! “Um Yea sure, you can hang for a bit if you want." I opened the door wider and moved for him to come in, then shut it and locked it behind us. I sat back on my bed and grabbed my book as he sat beside me "what you reading then?" "well… it’s actually a book full of romantic love letters and poetry that lovers would send to each other during the war but the way they speak to each other, the love and feelings that are put into each letter, It’s amazing, like no matter how far away they are or how long they have to stay away... it’s like they know that no matter what, their love will bring them b

By the time I’d finished reading and admiring all her works, my throat was dry, eyes wet and heart racing fast, my hands were shaking causing me to drop the book, a small piece of paper falls out, no images or sketches just writing. I slowly pick the paper up, steadying myself and my breathing as I read “my love, my life, my reason for going on. You are always in my mind and heart. Wherever you go I will follow, I will not stop to search for you even when the war is over, if you still have not come back to me, I will journey throughout all of France to find you. I carry our child, I will love the child no matter what gender but I secretly hope for a boy so that he can resemble you, and I can

“It’s crazy. That’s what it is. Crazy.” “Perhaps,” I acquiesced with a shrug of one shoulder. “I think it is poetic. I started the war because I loved my family. But I was fueled by my hate. Years worth of hate. Then I met you. I ended the war for a woman I knew was worth more than my revenge. For a woman who hated me but unwittingly owned my heart from the very beginning. For a woman I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.” Suddenly, Willa dove right at me, attacking me with a fervent kiss, and I couldn’t stop the groan of pleasure from escaping me.

He rushed forward, reaching out as if to touch me. However, I was nothing more than a spirit now, and he couldn’t touch me. Even so, I took a step back, not wanting to touch any part of him. Benjamin’s eyes darkened with sorrow. “Lisa, please wait for me. I’ll take care of everything here and then look for you. I truly love you. I can’t live without you. I can’t…” His words were empty now. No one would believe him anymore.

I pulled them both closer, holding my entire world in my arms. And as the sun rose fully over the horizon, spilling warmth across our faces, I realized something I had never understood before: The war I had faced and won was not won by swords or fire. It was won here. In this cabin within the woods. In the love I feel for Kiara. In the breath of my son which had brought so much light to my life. And in the love I have for them both.

They were about who was left standing. I drained my glass, set it down carefully, and picked up my phone again. War wasn’t about battles. It was about stories. And I’d already started writing hers.