Novel & Cerita Lovely War

And at night, when the world outside still whispered about scars and power and control, Liam would hold me, and we would laugh like two people who had clawed their way out of hell and finally found heaven in each other. The war was over. The empire stood. And love our love had won.

I turned her towards the cameras, making sure the world saw the raw, uncovered coward she was. “The Luna title was a gift, Rhea the true owner has come for it.” I growled out, my voice vibrating through me. “Consider it revoked.” Then I dropped her to the ground, she hit the floor, gasping for air as the squad stood by, looking between us with uncertainty. I looked at the lead soldier, without blinking. “If I walk out and any of you are still standing here in sixty seconds I'll consider it an act of war.” I didn't wait for them to leave, I walked out on them in a total dismissal, as I walked back to the elevator

This makes me gasp, loving how small I fell in his arm. This isn't right, I should tell him to stop. But I can't. I am fighting a war, and I am losing badly. Valentino Orsini is the temptation I have been warned against, I am wrong for coming here. This war hasn't started. Yet… I have already lost. ~P- Lia~

“Do not lie to me or try to trick me. I hate lies and detest liars.” “Yes, alpha. I will serve you till my last breath. I will use my bravery and spy on your enemies. I will be your ears and eyes in their packs, bringing every little detail about them to your foot. I would be your most powerful and dangerous weapon, a weapon that is hidden in plain sight.” I said. “I like your way with words. You seem like a wise and determined wolf, you please me,” Fenrir said. “ but words are like the wind, they go and come. I will need you to prove your worth to me, and prove your loyalty to me.”

For Damian Blackwood, the war was over. He had not won by conquest. He had won by love.

Lorcan's Pov The Turning of The battlefield was a blur of silence and commotion, where life and death were decidedly close. Bodies, both friendly and hostile, were lying facedown on the blood-stained ground, their gasping eyes staring up at a blank sky. I inhaled sharply, each breath tasting of ash and the metallic aftertaste of blood. My brand, a faithful comrade in this bleak conflict, trembled in my hand, echoing the thunderous clash that had just finished. Eventually, the war came to an end. The words were foreign, even unimaginable. Our steadfast resolve had crushed the dark bournes of my father's army, bringing it to a halt. A realm that was about to be destroyed, the Witch Kingdom, wa

A message from Heros appeared on the screen: “Warehouse hit. Liora is safe with us. Come back when you can.” I pocketed the phone and took a deep breath. The Black Velvet was just another front. The real war was only beginning. And Liora was at the center of it. I looked at the chaos around me — the blood, the broken glass, the smell of destruction. And I smiled. They wanted war? They’d get one. The last enemy was still on his feet, staggering, defeat written across his face. The amber lights of the bar cast distorted shadows over him, turning his expression into a grotesque mix of frustration and pure terror.

"We shall not falter, Lya. Our love will fuel our resilience, and our unwavering commitment to our people will guide us." Together, we devised intricate battle plans, strategizing to outwit our enemies and secure the safety and prosperity of our kingdom. Lya's wisdom and strategic brilliance shone through, as she effortlessly commanded the respect and loyalty of our troops. In the midst of the war preparations, we stole moments of solace, finding solace in each other's arms. The tenderness we shared amidst the chaos served as a reminder of the love that anchored us, granting us the strength to face the trials ahead.

But as she cried and cried and nothing happened the truth appeared to her like the sun that shined over her head that this was her reality. "Get out of the way" a soldier shouted as he passed an injured soldier on the back of a black stallion. Loveth stood up and walked towards her house, pushing away the smaller stones away. Trying hard to salvage anything from the remains of the destroyed building. She saw a hand that she recognizes very well. The same hand that had held her last night reassured her that everything will be okay. This hand had held her by her shoulder as her father had told her "Loveth, worry not my love. The war will soon be over. These walls are strong enough to protect t

‘There are pictures of the two of you all over the Net. ‘Us?’ ‘Have you any idea of the fire you’re playing with? He’s using you, Lovely.’ That much she knew wasn’t true. Lovely Rivero looked at the statue he had bought her, the most beautiful gift ever given, and she recalled not just Raul’s touch but how even without words he made her feel good about herself. Even if their time was to be fleeting, for once in her life someone had truly liked her. That was the real gift. ‘He isn’t using me,’ Lovely sneered, utterly confident in that statement.