Love Is War Author Novels & Stories

War. War is something dreadful. Lethal. Brutal. War takes from people their loved ones, it may destroy the whole world. War has many consequences and I wish I can pull away everyone I love from this cruel battle. I wish I can lock them away in a safe place and never let them out until it's all over, but I can't do that. My fiancé, my everything, the man I love the most is doing whatever it takes him to ensure my safety... If only he knows that all I care about is him now.

Even if it meant standing outside, in the cold, until she was ready to open the gate. The war wasn’t with Elira, or Dominic, or the past. The war was for her trust. And it was a battle I had to fight without a single weapon, armed only with the desperate, silent hope that my love could be a bridge, not a barricade.

He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

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.

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

she hissed. “No,” I said quietly. “I think I’m the consequence.” “You son of a—” I stood, stepped around the table, and leaned close until we were eye to eye. “I’d say it’s not personal,” I whispered, “but that would be a lie.” Her face paled. “This is war, Liam.” I smiled coldly. “Sweetheart, war started the day you faked a life beside me and buried the woman I actually loved.”

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.”