Military Love Novels & Stories

That she didn’t disappear without leaving blood on everyone’s hands. But doubt crept in anyway. And doubt was dangerous. Because beneath the control, beneath the strategy and the obsession, there was one truth Marcus had never fully admitted to anyone, not even himself. He had loved her. Not gently. Not healthily. He had loved her the way soldiers loved war. The way predators loved the hunt. The way broken people clung to the only mirror that ever reflected them correctly. Their past wasn’t romantic. It was forged. Shared brutality. Shared silence. Shared survival. She had known him before the masks, before the knife, before the rules he broke and paid for in flesh and bone.

“She was…brilliant and honest and beautiful. She was a lot like you.” I smiled, pushing away the guilt I was feeling. “How did you meet?” “We met in the military,” he told me. “We were in the same platoon at one point, and that’s when we fell in love. It wasn’t a typical love story by any means. We clashed at first, and I suppose that led to a lot of tension between us. At first, I thought that it was just a sexual relationship, but as the months drew on, I realized I had fallen for her.”

He pushed the love of his life from his mind, waved to his parents, and pulled out of the driveway to begin the eight-hour drive back to Fort Hood. His teammate, Dack Abrams, was still awake when Tim arrived back at the barracks at one-thirty a.m. They had met and bonded during boot camp and were almost inseparable. “Dude! I didn’t expect you back for a couple of days. You an old married man now, or what?” Tim clenched his jaw but only said, “No.” “What happened, bro? You get cold feet?” Dack teased. “I don’t want to talk about this,” came the clipped response.

"I won't agree." He sneered. "Then you don't care about your mother's life?" "Silver has burned her heart. Only advanced medical techniques can keep her alive," he continued coldly. "You can't afford it, Emily. You might as well give in." "Emily, I know you're angry," he said softly, stepping closer. "Once I become Alpha, I can give you a better life." He smiled slyly. "Bonding with another won't affect us." He caressed my hand, and my body instinctively reacted. Damn this mate bond.

"You being cold to me does not fool me. I know very well that you still love me, and that is the reason I am here today." "What?" "Levi, we can be together. We can be lovers once again." "I am a married man and you know that." "And so what? What does that matter? You are stuck in this loveless marriage but if we are together, then it means that we can both experience the passionate love that we have had before all over again." "Fiona, are you crazy? Why on earth would you say something like this?"

I would shake my head and say tearfully, "Clinton, I love you. I'm certain it's not out of guilt." He'd wiped away my tears. "Give me some time. I need to figure out how I feel about us." I had been so desperate for his love that I eagerly agreed. But not long after, I'd received news that Clinton and Gemma had gotten together.

Stephie stood her ground, and this is what Jacob wanted from her. Somehow, someway, across the distance of their banter, both minds were aligned that this was their language, their chemistry, their fill and entertainment. I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you. This was the definition of their relationship. And somehow, someway, both parties were entertained with the back and forth. This was the only way they could communicate and simultaneously hide their undetermined feelings. If any. Jacob played his disinterest well. To show Stephie that her words of defiance meant nothing to shake his resolution, he approached her. This is what they both wanted anyway.

Smiling at her friend, she explained, “I just got disturbed. He signed a contract with us so I’ll be seeing him a lot. I’m worried he will see the kids.” Michelle let out a sigh of relief knowing Tessa wasn’t still in love with the man who broke her heart. She smiled and assured her. “Don’t worry. He wouldn’t do anything with me here. My family has ties with the military.” Tessa raised her eyebrow at her. “You mean the ties you broke when you escaped from getting engaged with the pretext of studying overseas?” Michelle rolled her eyes. “We are still family friends. I just couldn’t marry a military man. They are busy all the time. And often away from home. I don’t want to live like a widow or

his words carried the weight of the resolution in his heart as he responded with every ounce of determination, he could find, "You can't love that girl, Antonio," I remarked, "Why Mom? Why can't I love her? Why am I not allowed to be with the one I love? What is wrong with loving a Winfold?" The look in his eyes expressed the determination in his voice, as he anticipated my response, I knew he wasn't going to relent until he had gotten an explanation from me, but how was I supposed to tell him the reason they couldn't be together I thought, feeling pity for him,

Always finding the shower therapeutic, for some reason this time all I can do is cry. Why did I tell him I love him? Too many men can't deal with the "L" word. I recall the night Nicole told Jeremy that she loved him, he freaked out and left to never come back. It's sad that he chose to go into the military rather than be with her, but in reality he was too immature.