Novel & Cerita Romance Military Books

J & His Unexpected Mate Book 1 Beta Boone: The Ruthless Beta Book 2 Gamma Toombs: The Faithful Foot Soldier Book 3 Delta Jazzy's Secret Mate Book 4 The Academy Series Tiberius: The Silent Alpha Book 1 Mace: The Problematic Jock Book 2 Julias: The Rogue King's Son Book 3 Headmaster's Pet Book 4 Raelyn's Mistake Book 5 The Next Generation Series Princess Rykaa & Her Mates Book 1 Princess Autumn & Her Unexpected Mate Book 2 Prince M.J. The Black Sheep Book 3 Logan and His Twin Mates Book 4 An Unusual Mating of Princess Arielle Book 5 Rebellious Prince Kyvar and His Unique Mates Book 6 Prince Orion and His Special Mate Book 7 Tyrie & Thorne's Warrior Mates Book 8 Harper: The Lost Fae Princess Bo

My legs felt damaged that I could hardly close them. How could he do this to me? It hurt so bad. My lids were flickering and heavy. I felt so weak. He planted a kiss on my cheek without touching me. "I'm sorry" he whispered into my ears as I finally closed my eyes to sleep. * * Ryãñ's Pov: She turned away immediately I pulled out. I felt so much pity for her. Her tears melted my heart. I felt sorry I had to cause her such pains. I covered her up with the duvet and tried holding her hand, but surprisingly, she pushed my hand away.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

“Why do you want to be an EMT?” Tim cleared his throat. “Well, sir, I was a medic in the Army, and I loved it. I’d like to pursue that path in civilian life.” “Honorable discharge?” “Yes sir, a medical separation. I was wounded in Afghanistan.” John leaned back in his chair. “It sounds to me like you weren’t happy about being discharged.” “No, sir, I wasn’t. I’d planned to retire from the Army twenty years from now. But it is what it is.” “I wasn’t either when it happened to me,” the program director confided. “I was in the Marines. And like you, I planned on being a career man. But small arms fire during Desert Storm altered my path.”

The impact sent water spiraling up like a reversed waterfall. Sirens wailed in the distance. Helicopters roared overhead. Military convoys raced toward the docks. Aiden stumbled. “They’re coming for me.” “Then we run faster.” They ducked into a narrow alley, breath echoing between rusted metal walls. Dante pressed Aiden against the bricks, shielding him as soldiers stormed past. “Dante…” Aiden whispered. “They know. They can feel it.” Dante didn’t look away from the alley entrance. “Let them feel it. Doesn’t mean they’re touching you.”

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with.

Caierre staggered. The wolf roared. The sound exploded through his skull like thunder. He nearly collapsed. The clearing blurred. The soldiers immediately reacted. Several raised their weapons. Others stepped backward. Morwen remained perfectly still. The pain intensified. Caierre squeezed his eyes shut. Memories flashed through his mind. Not his memories. Someone else's. Blood. Screaming. Chains. A massive black wolf thrashing against restraints. Silver symbols carved into stone. Voices chanting. Magic. Darkness.

Because I’m not sure how much longer I can play this game without burning the whole damn world down just to have her fully. To keep her. To own her. Ariana's POV Campus was quieter today, but that didn't make it any less intimidating. I hugged my books to my chest, the morning sun already warm on my skin as I walked toward the literature hall. My body still ached from last night from Roman. The memories haunted me in waves: the feel of his lips on my neck, the way his hands claimed every inch of me like I was already his. Maybe I was.

My fingers brushed along the cracked leather as I ran through the lot, stopping at one in particular. It had a jet-black cover. No title. Just the silver crest pressed into the leather, a wolf enveloped by thirteen daggers. I cautiously pulled the book from its place. A cloud of dust billowed up into the air. The weight of it alone reminded me why De Luca only touched this book when no other option remained. I stared at the black cover for a moment. I hated this book. Hated what it represented. The De Lucas of the previous generation ruled in suspicion. Through fear. Through blood. I would never turn into that.

It's either history, military, or supernatural romances. I've never understood why so many people preferred such kinds of novels and genres all that much. Though, I meant that for the latter part. They're basically the same every single time. An average lady meets one sexy, handsome, extraordinary man, or two hot males battle over her, and there's usually some ridiculous drama that brings her further and deeper together with the men, and then she has to choose the obvious decision. Everyone had predicted her decision since the very beginning of the chapter. "And they're usually sequels or fantasy epics," I mumbled to myself.