Love Is War Author Novels & Stories

And then you’ll understand– This war was never about love. It was about legacy. And I always knew how to win.

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.

Sid Pov's . hi Sid Sharma. I have a one-year-old daughter. Her name is Aarzoo, well she is like my life after her. Please don't ask this after whom? I am at that stage where I just hate to talk about that girl but I am in love with that girl. My daughter lives mostly with my brother and her wife because of my job. I am an army officer, I have to go on any mission any time. Due to this, I lost so many childhood moments of my daughter But whenever I come back from the mission and see my daughter, I get a strange relief.

Opposite of Chris, who looked negligible hurt as earlier when he asked if I am his cousin's wife or not. "Serve the food," Andrew ordered, slowly we all dug into our plates. "So..." Chris began, chewing his steak, "Elina is the love you were talking about, Andrew?" He nodded happily. "Yes, I am very lucky to have her and she loves me too." I parted my lips to deny it when Andrew indicated me to stop by squeezing my thighs under the table, "No Elina?" "Ye-yeah, I love him." I shutter a bit which did not notice by anyone.

He had broken me so badly that I started to have a hatred for men. I thought I was in love with him but meeting Nate, the feelings I had for Jeffrey didn't come near to the feelings I had for Nate. I have come to realized that I never felt love for Jeffrey, it couldn't have been, not with how Nate had easily broken down the walls I had built. But it was too early to know if what I felt for Nate was love when I myself didn't know the meaning of it. Yes I love my brother but not in that way so I couldn't use that as an example. "Nate it isn't the time for this, look when you're coming on your way just make sure that you take in the men we have left tied around the post. They might be a little

You deserve to die. I could feel the blood running in my arms. I stopped and ripped some part of my long sleeve shirt and tied it in my right arm, where my love left a deep wound after fighting with me with his sword. I made sure that the blood had already stopped, then I found myself weeping. Stupid feelings of mine, my heart was stabbed by a hundred knives, what a fool I was. “Stupid! Why are you crying when you didn't even really love me and betrayed me? But my love, you have totally changed, you can even hold a sword like that,” my mind said and then I smirked, I didn't know what emotion I should feel.

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– I blurted out with an air of skepticism, almost spitting out the coffee I had just sipped in my mouth. - Relax… we are not going to burn down the lab or anything. Since your project also depends on him now, well, we need to guarantee he's kept alive. - She winked. - Right? - You have to outsmart him. War tactics also include playing the role of the silent, peaceful, lovely enemy, who is always ready for any attack. Preparation is everything, darling. It's half the war won. - Okay? - I must confess that there were times when Susie surprised me, or scared me. And that was one of them, and I just could not decide which was it this time. It could easily be both.

"If I were you, I'd choose my next line of words carefully. I'm not in my best mood right now. "I've never seen you worked up this much for anybody, expect your mother. Which could mean only one thing- that you love Iris Sawyer. " "I can't love Iris Sawyer." I swivelled to face him. He still had the plain look registered on his face. "I'm at war, and my people are dying. I don't have the leisure for love." 'Liar!' My subconscious condemned me.

Finally, it opened. A thick black file with gold-edged pages rested inside, clearly handled often. Celine's breath caught as she lifted it. The first page: SEBASTIAN WOLFE** in bold, italic script.