Love Is War Novels & Stories

"Mrs.Han you don't seem to understand, that woman has been his lover for a long time, and then they got married for only three months and then broke up for an unknown reason... it's hard to move on just like that..." "Mom please understand.. it is really hard for Mr.Lee... she is his childhood sweetheart also his wife for only a short time. If I'm in his situation I can just forget everything just because you say so, it is his First Love!" "Haist!! nowadays only a few people believe in those kinds of things... It is up to you if you want to continue your life and be happy or you just want to tie yourself and have a hard life and regret forever!" ALRIGHT, LET ME TELL YOU THIS.

There is just the pain. I rubbed my thumb in slow circles on her cheeks, as if erasing writings in the sand, erasing words of violence, of loneliness, of grief, of fear. I kissed her forehead. “I love you,” I told her. Three simple words. Three short words. Like all the most significant things in the world, love is a little word with so much weight to it that it could shatter the crust of the earth. Like hope, pain, war, hate, faith, truth, love. But of course, love is the sweetest, the bitterest, the loneliest and the most joyful. Love is the sum of it all. We go to war for love. It is the source of most pains, and hopes. Love is so simple, yet it’s the greatest endeavour someone may ever s

I clung to him like he was the solid thing left in the world. The bad thing inside me whispered that I would destroy everything I loved. But Damons arms around me his voice in my ear his love pouring through our connection. They were louder. For now. The war was coming. The bad thing, inside me was still fighting. So were we.

“Chloe, the doctor said Hendrick isn’t going to make it. He’s been calling your name. Please, go in and talk to him.” When I walked into the room, it was like Hendrick sensed my presence. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I stood over him, our roles reversed, everything completely different from before. Hendrick tried to speak, his voice barely a whisper. I had to lean in close to hear him. “Chloe, did you ever love me?” I looked at him and replied, slowly and clearly, “You don’t deserve his heart.” After the bidding meeting, I received a flood of offers from different companies, but I turned them all down.

This Love To forget the pain she is feeling when she caught her boyfriend cheating with her half-sister, Lumiere went to the club to get drunk and find herself. There, she met Rage Forger, a snobbish but handsome man. At first she thought she wouldn't get his attention however when she drunk danced on the dance floor, suddenly someone hugged her back she immediately felt his warm body and fragrant smell.

Andrew watched with no elation while the Peace treaty got signed. 7years fighting a nameless war. He had thought joining the army would give him a sense of worthiness and for the first few years of the war it almost did. Countless number of times He had thought he was going to die. The adrenaline, the fear, the escapades were memories he wouldn't trade for anything else. Those were highlight reels of his Entire life. Still, as the years rolled by and the number of Dead bodies piled up, Andrew felt like shit. His conscience pricked and His life almost lost its meaning.

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

War meant sacrificing people whose only crime had been loyalty to leadership that had prioritized personal happiness over collective safety. War meant proving love through methods that might destroy everything love was supposed to protect.

Even when I hated you, I watched everything. They say love is the antidote to war. I used to believe that. Until you. You taught me something else: that love is just another kind of war, fought in the quiet moments, in glances, in wounds that never make the skin bleed. And we bled in ways no doctors could treat.

And as they walked back to their reception, hand in hand, both of them knew that whatever challenges life threw at them next, they'd face them together. Because that's what love was. Not the absence of problems, but the presence of someone who made every problem worth solving. Ronald squeezed Jeffrey's hand, and Jeffrey squeezed back. Their story had started with secrets and lies, with pain and betrayal. But it was ending with truth and trust, with hope and forever. And really, what more could anyone ask for? THE END -Raven Black