Make War Not Love Novels & Stories

I learned from my mistakes that love is love, regardless of gender. - Either due to prejudice or stubbornness. The result is the same whether it's because you hate werewolves or don't admit your mistakes. Either lose me or kill me. If your love for me were truly genuine, none of these options would be on the table. Vlad hangs up the call, gets up, and returns to the car. The elements in the room, trying to locate the call's origin and doing their everyday work, remained silent. None of those present understood why Vlad didn't give in. He didn't conclude that his son was right. They realized that heartbreak led to war. They accepted that the war generated hatred. But may love end hate? It was

CYRUS KAYE P.O.V We stayed in that position for a long time, Mom held me tightly also not letting go. Gradually she released me, Tears slipping from her eyes, she smiled at me; her happy expression was enough to cure me of all the age long hatred. Giving way for her love “I am sorry, I spoke to you that way. I always thought you did not want me.” “Ohh darling. You are not in the wrong for hating me. I was to blame for that. I put my career above your well-being; even my marriage is in shambles because of it.”

He wanted that so much that he was ready to force me into that marriage. I remember there was times when he made me feel loved. As if he really loved me. I was his own daughter for god’s sake! How could he do this to me? The war hadn’t started with gunfire. It had started with ink. And now that I’d seen the signatures— I would make them bleed for every letter. -------------------------------------------

Just as I was about to cross over to a new world, Benjamin appeared before me, desperately calling out, “Lisa, will you give me another chance? I promise I won’t–” I cut him off. “No need. I’ve let go of everything. I don’t hate you anymore, but I don’t want to love you again either. This is it.” “Please, don’t do this…” As he screamed my name, I crossed over, moving on from that life once and for all.

Adrik said, rising up to go upstairs. He couldn't bear the thought of seeing his brother's wife in such a state. In that thin silk black dress, her full body figure was just revealing everything. "Hey, don't go." Olivia said as she hugged him tightly from behind. Her soft body pressed against his firm back. "Will you leave me alone?" he asked, removing her hands from his chests. "I'm afraid I can't leave. Adrik, why don't you understand how much I love you?" "I have no feelings for you and will never develop any because you are my brother's wife, so behave yourself." Adrik stated in an irritated way.

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.

Julian snarled. "It is my business," Whitman said. "I love her. I’ve been there for her when you weren’t. I’ve supported her, I’ve protected her. I would never hurt her the way you did. I’m the one who deserves to be with her. Not you." Julian stared at him, speechless. Finally, he said, "I won’t give up. I’ll win her back." "No, you won’t," Whitman said. "She doesn’t love you anymore. And she never will again. Now leave. Before I make you leave."

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

She shook her head again, her face lined with worry. “She is a mother herself. How, what’s happened to us?” “Too much hate. Too much power,” I said. “Too much of a lust for blood and vengeance. War never makes friends out of enemies. The opposite. It solidifies that hate. The war between Benedetti and DeMarco may have been fought in our fathers’ time, but we inherit the hate, the bad blood. It doesn’t just go away. It carries down generation to generation.” “I don’t hate you.”

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