Love Is War Author Novels & Stories

“So that’s what won you over?” He chuckled nervously. I tapped him lightly on the arm. “Well,” I said, eyes narrowing just a little. “You finally got some.” He looked up sharply. “I don’t understand… why aren’t you upset?” “Why should I be?” I shrugged. “I never loved him. And he’s gay. It was never going to work. So there’s no point getting emotional about a lie.” Jeffrey blinked at me, confused but slowly understanding. I paused, my gaze drifting to the sky for a moment. There was so much I could say and so much I couldn’t.

And I knew, with terrifying clarity, that this was no longer a story of love lost. It was the beginning of a war.

“ It might seem like that sometimes, but like I said before, life is more about how you react to what happened to you. Take those soldiers who went to war and came back a shadow of themselves? Yeah, they'd lost something they'd once treasured, but it's honestly not really what they lost that matters but how they react to what's lost. ” “ Hm… ” Mira thought about the book they'd just finished reading which shook both of them. The book was titled, Home front by a best selling author, Kristin Hannah. The book had been based on a woman who'd gone to war with the dreadful words of, “ I don't love you anymore. ” from her husband.

I nodded. “I know. When I say I love you, I don’t mean to say the love is for the cleaner version of you or the possibility of you. But it means I love you right now, even when your hands are stained with blood. I love the war you hold, not the peace you could bring. But if you did decide to bring peace in the future, I would love that version of you as well, because no matter how many times I live and die, I know I will always fall in love with you.”

He shifted despite the pain and reached for my hand, threading his fingers through mine. “That is not yours to carry alone.” The words hit something fragile inside me, because alone was exactly how I had been carrying every mistake, every death, and every broken decision. As if love meant absorbing all the blame. I let out a shaky breath. “It feels like everything I touch survives at a cost.” His thumb moved slowly over my knuckles. “That is what war does. It lies to you and tells you every consequence is your fault.” I stared at him. “And what does love do?”

) Ayo asked, shaking his head in disbelief. The three of us burst into laughter at his dramatic exasperation, and Dami tapped him on the shoulder. “Isn’t that love?” he said with a grin. “As James Baldwin said, ‘Love does not begin or end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle; love is a war.’” Ayo raised a brow and curled his lip in a sneer. “Abeggi! Ikorodu Shakespeare isonu! You don see woman, now you dey quote Baldwin. Dey talk wetin I no understand”

I said directly to him. "Well! That is my son. Can I meet her?" my dad asks. Here we go again. JAMES SORIANO'S POINT OF VIEW Is it this was love felt like? It was almost two weeks when I first meet Valerie. She was a fierce lady. I like the way she was. She's attitude, her looks, she is smart, and a lot more interesting about her. I've never seen Ethan for over a week now. Maybe, he is still recovering. On what, Valerie did to him. Suddenly, A hands cover my eyes.

Nothing," she replied quickly again. As she still rolled her eyes one by one at the approaching soldiers. Maybe she misses the only man that she wishes to see too. It's as if she's just deceiving herself. She tries to make believe that the man she can't deny she loved is worthless. But until those moments she still remembers Jake. "Okay. Thank you for you answer. We are leaving." The soldiers said goodbye. She was left in her position standing and following the gaze to the walking away soldiers.

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

His father had always loved and cherished his son, but he was getting old and so was Louis so Kelvin sacrificed his dreams of sitting on the throne till his last breath, for his beloved son. The preparation for the war was terrifying. The knights and warriors were unquestionably loyal but to prove loyalty, it takes quite a while to do so, and eventually, as time passed by, all the older warriors and knights had families that they needed to love and cherish, and now this process was also frightening for them, though-- the king stood tall, not even realizing that he could put many innocent children under the names of having no father or even grandparent. The war had finally taken place.