Love Is War Author Novels & Stories

Because love had become the weapon. And the war had truly begun.

I replied to him. I knew very well that this war was a tricky one. It was a war that would win or lose, a war that both sides could lose, a war that would cost too much. This wasn’t a war for lands or people or expansion, this was a war of anger, a war of pressed down anger and I knew that it was going to be bloody, nothing was going to stop people, not even me. Not that I planned to. “Amira..” Jonathan whispered as he took a few steps towards me and I immediately two a few steps backwards.

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

She ran her fingers gently through Kael’s hair, brushing damp strands from his forehead with a tenderness only time could teach. "You see… love was never meant to be a gentle thing. The poets lied to us. Love is war with no weapons, and still it wounds. It’s sweet… until it burns. And you, child—you’ve tasted every shade of it." Her voice, though soft, carried the weight of centuries. It wrapped around Kael’s trembling form like a cloak.

They were as clear and blue as the shallows of a Caribbean beach, and so expressive that he never tired of watching her. He had never thought he would ever feel such passion like this again - not after the tragic death of his wife. And yet here he was, in the middle of a war zone. Here he was, finding the one thing unlooked for, the one thing least likely to grow in a hellhole, like a rose springing up from concrete. Love...or some intoxicating variation of it. In the middle of a war-torn capitol city, that's what he had found.

A mafia war was one like no other, especially since we followed no rules. Well, in this one, things were different. We were doing this out of love. I was in this situation because of family. To protect my family and my love. This was going to be one of the purest and nastiest wars I was going to be entering. Pure, because its cause was one to keep my loved ones safe. I would do anything to ensure that none of them was harmed. That we all got out of this with as minimum loss as possible. I didn’t want to risk anyone’s life in a nasty man’s game.

Not the typical one, Aiden Evans would ask anyone. " It just came... So do you? " " Well... Firstly I don't think there's anything like happily ever after on this Earth. There can only be something like that in paradise. " " Okay... What about for lovers? " " Well... According to what I know, love itself is like war... It's not always blossoming as some people think it is. There would be sad times, the happy ones, the neutral ones... And so on... " " Okay... "

I explained firmly. “All of your books are a perfect love story. The couples always end up together no matter what they face. They always survive the trials they face and it shows that love conquers all.” “And what’s the question?” “Where is the happy ending for Aliana and Winston?” “It’s up to your imagination. I am no longer answering questions regarding my first book. It’s been six years since that book was published. It’s the first book I have written and I don’t want to ruin the way the picture has been painted and create an alternate story to it just to satisfy the fans.”

“You lied to me. You made me believe that you were loyal to me, only to find out that you had been seeing another man behind my back. And now I confront you about it, you deny it!” “I know, and I’m sorry,” Adelia said, tears welling up in her eyes. “I never meant to hurt you. You have to understand that.” Russe shook his head, his eyes glinting with anger. “Understand? How can I understand when all you’ve done is lie to me? I trusted you, Adelia. I loved you. And all you did was throw it all away.” “I know,” Adelia repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. “But please, Russe. I truly loved you. My feelings for you were real.... I... I loved you, until I met him.”

Julian opened it with shaking hands, and his world collapsed. Dear Mr. Marchetti, I have found the soldier who was with you and Mr. Carter in Normandy. He has given a sworn statement. Mr. Carter did not save your life out of heroism. He knew he was dying of his wounds. He bribed the soldier to shoot at you, then stepped in front of the bullet. He did this so you would owe him a debt, so you would take care of Lydia for the rest of your life. You were a fool to believe them.