Post Apocalyptic Soldier Novels & Stories

I was a soldier's wife. Less than two years into our marriage, I asked Lucian Summers for a divorce because I found a little handmade bracelet at home. It was not mine, and Lucian had never bought me cute little trinkets like this before. Lucian scoffed and said, "All because of that little thing?" I could not be bothered to explain this time, so I replied coldly, "Yeah. It's exactly because of that little thing."

On Christmas Eve, our three-year-old daughter, Noelle Gilder, who has cancer, takes a turn for the worse. All she wants is for her mother, Ivana Lance, to dress as Santarina and bring her a gift. I frantically call Ivana, but she impatiently yells into the phone, saying, "Why are you calling me nonstop? I am helping Charles look for Bubbles! Do you really have to make a scene over this? If Bubbles is gone, Charles will be so heartbroken that he will not be able to sleep for days!" Bubbles? So she was looking for the dog of her first love, Charles Larsson! Suppressing my anger, I tell her that Noelle might not survive the night. She laughs disbelievingly, "Mr. Gilder, do not think for a second that I'm not aware that you've spoiled Noelle rotten! If she had not suddenly kicked Bubbles, he would not have run away. Make Noelle apologize to Charles tomorrow." After hanging up, I accompany Noelle as she spends her final Christmas Eve with tears in my eyes. The next day, Ivana publishes a post on Instagram, still looking for the dog. Meanwhile, my post is Noelle's obituary. Ten years of marriage melt away into nothingness like snow.

Skylar Henderson was the daughter of a soldier, he was deemed missing in action as they never found his body after an extraction mission, a building collapsed on top of him during an explosion, when he was saving a woman. He wasn't even in the same country as is children when he died. Skylar is now moving into a new home with her abusive step-father and siblings, will she find a way out.

Charles Jansen's true love returns to the country in my seventh year with him. The first post on her social media after she lands is an intimate photo of them together. She captions it, "I'm glad we've come full circle." Only then do I find out the ring hidden in the living room isn't for me. Charles' proposal isn't for me, either. Suddenly, I feel exhausted.

Everything is ready on the day of my wedding. But the bride, Adella Marlowe, is nowhere to be seen. That's when she texts me on my phone. Apparently, as a national shooting champion, there's a last-minute competition that she has to attend right away, all consequences be damned. But the next day, I see a social media post uploaded by Raiden Chase, the newest recruit in Adella's team. In the photo, I see Adella with one foot on a dead wild boar while propping her gun with a proud smile on her face. The caption goes, "I'm so glad to have a wife who's also a national shooting champion! Now, Grandma won't have to worry about her corn fields getting attacked by wildlife!" As I stare at the post, I just smile and leave a comment. "As expected of the champion whose heart goes out to the normal folk!" Adella quickly calls me the next moment. "Delete your comment right now! Also, stop being all passive-aggressive around me! It's just a missed wedding; must you be so snide about it?" This isn't Adella's first time leaving me at the altar. It's been two years, and every time she ditches me at the altar, she always has an excuse to do so. I just hang up on Adella without saying a word. She's right, though. This is just a wedding, isn't it? I might as well call it off once and for all.

On the day of our engagement, my girlfriend, Jean Sullivan, is nowhere to be found until late at night. Beside myself with worry, I, Seth Lloyd, frantically reach out to our mutual friends and even consider calling the police. Suddenly, I come across a post about her from her assistant, Callum Cox. "My manager came over to discuss some plans, but the door lock suddenly broke. Does this mean we're going to be stuck in the same room tonight? I can't help feeling a little excited." When I like the post, Jean immediately calls me, furious. "Don't you have any idea how much I earn in a year? Just one day of my lost income would cover what you make in a whole week. "All I did was skip that stupid engagement party, and you start acting all snide. I don't have time to deal with your stingy relatives." My mom, Teresa Whitfield, stays silent, her eyes sweeping over the gold, eight sets of haute couture jewelry, and several property transfer deeds in the private room. With a forced smile, she asks, "Seth, have all these wedding gifts we've prepared embarrassed you?" I sneer, caressing the keys to the luxury car I'm about to give Jean. "No, it's me who's being too generous to her."

After getting drunk, my husband’s childhood sweetheart drove and ran over my seventy-year-old mother, crushing her into a mangled corpse. She died on the spot. However, my CEO husband, Jason, insisted on signing a settlement on her behalf. “My mother-in-law was committing insurance fraud. She deliberately lay under the tires. She should bear full responsibility.” Not only did he get his childhood sweetheart, Olivia, cleared of all charges, but he also transferred the 10,000,000-dollar insurance payout from my mother to her as emotional damages. “Olivia and I grew up together. I cannot just watch her go to prison and ruin her life. Be reasonable and stop making a fuss.” After leaving the police station, Olivia made a post on social media. [Jason standing up for me was so amazing. Childhood sweethearts really are forever family!] Jason liked her post right in front of me. I remained terrifyingly calm. “Jason, let us get a divorce.” He scoffed. “You’re just saying that to make me comfort you, right? Megan, you are 30 years old. Can you stop being childish?” I had brought up divorce countless times, and he never believed I would truly leave. What he did not know was that among the case documents he had just signed, there was a divorce agreement. He had already signed it himself.

Is she luring him to destruction or his lighthouse in the storm? She's hiding... Abigail Evans spent a lifetime outrunning her turbulent past. Her ordered existence keeps her hidden, knowing interference could ruin her plans for retribution. However, nothing can stop the dark winds of the past, from sweeping through her future. He's hunting... Mobile Intelligence Team Leader Erik (Max) Andersen is searching for a suicide bomber, and Abigail Evans is his prime target. He'll do whatever it takes to win her trust. 
But Max knows that the truth is rarely straightforward. Soon, it becomes clear that Abigail is hiding a barrage of secrets. Secrets that lead to a powerful enemy, who’ll do anything to see her dead. As a Tier One Operator, Max’s skills are put to the test as he races across Southern Africa to save everything he cherishes most.

Beau Orenciana grew up in a rich family, most people consider her a Princess. Her family got into debt with a loan shark, who was a member of a syndicate and they wanted Beau to be a payment to her parents' debt. When she found out about that, she ran away. Until Beau ran into a lot of people. They were standing in line. Since she had nowhere else to go, she closed her eyes and followed the queue and went inside. Only then did she find out that it was actually a military training camp! She is mistaken for being a trainee. What will happen to Beau at the training camp? Will she be able to handle the training inside even if she is certified bratty and a nitpicky queen? She will also meet Apollo Madrid there, who will be her trainer inside the camp. Can she tame her grumpy and strict trainer, who does nothing but scold and punish her for all her mistakes and clumsy act?

Lilith: I don’t believe in love, I believe in truth. If you can tell me what’s on your mind and accept what’s on mine we will get along fine. I just discharged from army intelligence and am looking to calm my life down with my handsome man. My son Jax. I’ve been single since my ex passed and am not looking but my friend Kelly seems to forget that. God love her she is the best friend a girl could ask for but I could do without the matchmaking... Damian: I don’t know what’s out there. Don’t care either. All I care about is my club, my bike and my best friend Brody. We’ve had each other’s backs forever. And even though he is a playboy he always comes through when your in a bind. And that’s why he’s my VP. He thinks he’s found his One and while I’m not too sure about this girl he’s happy and that’s all that counts. Now he believes I need a woman and he can kiss my ass. I don’t need anyone on the back of my bike when I got a whole club on my shoulders.