Love Is War Author Novels & Stories

instead of "burying my crime." My car could barely move as the crowd closed in around it. Sylvia stood at the center, arm raised, finger pointed straight at me. "This man is rich because, like every capitalist, he robbed working people blind. That is the only reason he stands where he does. Vernon Inc. must be investigated."

"I'm sure your participation in the weapons program will be enriching. The nation needs men like you." "I'll do my best," I replied, my chest swelling with a sense of patriotism, as I had been dreaming to serve the nation after I enrolled in military school back in the day. And I wouldn't have dragged my feet for so long if I hadn't fallen in love with Claire. - The days following my arrival were busy but felt fulfilling, as I would rise as early as seven and only go to bed past ten. The lab became my favorite place, as I often hang out with my colleagues to discuss plans, data and solutions.

Unaware of what just happened. For now. War is no longer theoretical; it is certain, and it happened in the name of love.

Elder Lee had run, yes. But he hadn't vanished. And Dominic would follow that trail to the ends of the earth if that’s what it took. The war hadn’t ended tonight; it had merely found its true heading. Somewhere far beyond the horizon, a man who thought himself untouchable was carrying a child who belonged to monsters. Dominic’s eyes snapped open, the shadows tightening around him like a shroud. ‘Run,’ he thought darkly, the Alpha in him baring its teeth. ‘Enjoy the distance while it lasts.’

Even years of thinking you're alone when you're loved. The Romano family war was over. Love won.

And in a war like this, love was the easiest thing to kill. End of Chapter 16

he said, low enough that it felt like confession, “I didn’t choose love. I chose war. And you walked into both with your head high.” I swallowed—not from fear, but recognition. “And you,” I whispered, “didn’t crown me by blood. You crowned me by standing beside me when you could have walked ahead.” His mouth tilted. Razor and reverence. “Then let’s give them a dynasty they choke on.” So we kissed again, slower this time—not the calm before the storm, but the promise in the eye of it. Because people think love makes you weak in war. They’ve never seen what love makes you willing to destroy.

And then we ran. Not away from the truth. But toward it. Because love isn’t soft—it’s armor. And we were going to war.

I_" It has been decided,' he strangled. 'I do not love him.' 'Love is weakness in times of war. We need all the hatred we can get to win this war.' 'You can't marry me off to him, father. if you ever loved mother before you were betrothed to her, why can't I have the same privilege?' 'I was a man of war. I never gave two hoots about the word, let alone the feeling.' he had been blunt. 'But as we got to know each other, she taught me what love was, and I forever will be grateful to her.' 'I want to be wed to the man I fall in love with. Not the man you choose for me. Can't you see that?' I yelled in tears.

“Are you really going to start a war in her name?” I stayed silent, letting the question linger between us. Wars weren’t friendly disputes or minor quarrels. No, wars were bloodbaths that stretched for months, maybe years. A reaper’s call sweeping through the souls of everyone who dared cross its path, innocent or guilty alike. Would I really do it? Would I bring terror into years of peace for the sake of a woman? “Yes.” I finally said, arms crossed. “I wouldn’t be the first to start a war for love, and I won’t be the last.”