Military Love Novels & Stories

My whole life revolves around Ryan, them and their criminal world. Now that Ryan is gone and the fact that I kidnapped Siegel made them want my blood. Not to be sucked but to spill as I've crossed the line with them. I shook my head while reminiscing on my helpless situation. If only I could be wiser and unloved myself from loving someone that didn't deserve it. Franco's love betrayal was a hard pill to swallow and it drove me crazy. I should have let go like most girls do but stubbornly I wasn't gonna give up easily especially when I'd fallen deep and hard for him.

Phoebe, having finally caught her breath, inched closer and whispered in Mila's ear, "Mila, are you in love with him or what? He's Nathan Morrison from the Norvanian military and a Defense General." Mila exhaled softly. Masking her real feelings, she denied, "I don't love him." "That's good to hear. You almost gave me a scare." Phoebe patted herself on the chest. "What would we do if you fell for him?" "Let's go." Mila marched away with tears in her eyes. … A car cruised down the wide street. Summer had begun, but the interior of the car felt cold. A tense air hung in the enclosed space.

I tell Cristián, breaking the silence. "Does that mean that? ..." He looks at me confused but at the same time he was very happy. "Yes Cris" I look at him and give him a smile. - It's the best news you've ever given me! "Hugs me" Thank you Amy, I love you "He kisses me on the cheek. "But yes," I tell him and he moves away from me to see my face, "the slightest suspicious movement you forget about me forever." —Quiet my love, that is not going to happen, I had already told you that I love you and what happened in the past, was a mistake that I made and I will not make it again, nor that my mother opposes us, this time I'm not going to please her.

Or that the very reason she had attacked him from the beginning was because of her job and not for love. She had no idea how much he really knew about her involvement. But one thing she was sure of was that when he awoke she would not be there to take the brunt of his anger or hear him cry as a result of what she had done. He was better off not seeing her or hearing her voice. She was a soldier and should henceforth stick to killing people and forget about love. It was not for the like of her.

"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."

He once went through anger management class but never really passed. Sami had been in love with Zoya ever since he set his eyes on her years ago. He was in high school when she transferred into his school. He would secretly watch her every lunch break as she laughed care-freely with her friends. Whenever he saw her with a guy who wasn't him, he always went bonkers, he would go behind Zoya's back and threaten whoever the boy was.

“I had a feeling that would be your answer. You’ve got it bad. If I didn’t know better I’d say you’re in love.” His chest compressed. Love? Nonsense. He’d recognized his mate and needed to protect her. Wanting to spend his time with her did not mean he was in love. Her smile flashed through his mind. He loved when she smiled. It made him happy to know there was joy in her life. That still didn’t mean he was in love. Grayson Green did not do love. Gray knew that since he’d been a kid. It had been drilled into him first by his family and then by the military. Love was an emotion that could destroy a person.

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.

"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?"