Lovely War Novels & Stories

I stopped myself. "That's — no. That's not his sister. That's — oh my god." "Oh." Lola realised her mistake and tried to snatch her phone away but I held on tighter. He's happy. That's good. You left him, and you deserve it. He deserves it. To be happy. You broke his heart you don't deserve him. You never did. You were selfish in loving him. He's happy now. He's happy now. "Are you okay?" Lola whispered. "Alright, this was a bad idea." She plucked her phone out of my grip, and turned it off, throwing it back onto the bed where it bounced and almost fell off the bed.

He smiled at her with his voice as serene as the sea, “But it seems like you wanted peace after that proposal. I’m quite confused at the tormenting part.” “Maybe so… That might be the way to make him stop from tormenting people. Because if he goofs up, he will get kicked out from his position by the organization we were under”, Keisha sighed at the thought of the fact that these NJG wars would mess up the country even more. “I don’t get whatever the fuck his goal was. And surely, this has something to do with the ongoing crisis outside. He’s a vixen for playing such games and treats everything as his board to take.”

– 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.

The smell of the pine trees and the dry woods were intoxicating as my heart swelled with the beauty of the surroundings. If I had my doubts about relocating to this territory, it was totally gone now. With Aaron beside me, Storm and I would never need anything more. I could live and thrive here, and start my own family with my mate. The sound of more paws thudding the earth coming from our sides snapped me out of my reverie. My wolf eyes darted to my right and I saw more couples in their wolf forms, joining our run. Matteo and Chloe, Harrold and Carrie, Damien and Luisa, Markus and Daniella, and some of the warriors with their Fated or Chosen Mates.

Nora asks startled "Lovergirl! It is only sweet at the beginning, you better shine your eyes and don't get swept away by the flood" she smirks her tongue irritably at Nora who mocks her in return "Beef this much? Better go and text Richard, Tito, Dino, or what is that your albino dude's name?" Tade snaps quickly "He is a white Liberian, not an albino! Get the difference"

"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.

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***

Her left eye was clouded, probably blind. But her other eye, her right eye, was clear and brown and familiar. So terribly, heartbreakingly familiar. It was the same eye he remembered from his childhood, from the few photos that had survived the fire. The same eye that had looked at him with such love and warmth and joy. Victoria said quietly, her ruined voice cracking with emotion. "Hello, my son.”

CHAPTER 5: VALERIE'S BACKGROUND IDENTITY JAMES SORIANO'S POINT OF VIEW "You look beautiful today, Valerie," "She always looks hot," "She is too gorgeous," "I wish I was like her," "She is too much smart and also kind," "How to be you, Valerie?" "I love you," Those were the good comments to her. A lot of students admire her very much. I was so lucky to have her, as my friend. "Why is she with Joshua?"

"They shouldn't just be cold statistics. It matters that someone remembers they once lived." Sam stared at the careful lines of text. And suddenly, he understood something. He had never truly loved the girl who once pined for him so madly. What he loved was this—this soul, who still held on to tenderness in the middle of a war zone. "Let me stay with you," he said, clutching my hand, his voice breaking. "In whatever way you'll have me." I gazed at him for a long moment. Then, finally, I gave a small nod. "As you wish."