Romance War Books Novels & Stories

He looked at the minister who nodded. There will be an interim council and the prince will be coronated after his 17 th birthday. _____________ The war front smelled of blood. They had been fighting for three days and the fight stops at sunset. . Mithraos watched as his head warrior sped through the enemies like a wrathful god. The man was covered in blood, but that was a usual thing. He watched as the sword pierced through a soldier's body. Mithraos swung his sword and resumed his fight.

And that's all that mattered even if she was cursing me. . ____ A. Gupta Check out my completed books: Mafia Romance with dark, DARK Heroes: Bride to Be, CAGED, Twisted Marriage!! And another sweet, angsty, steamy book duo: His Broken Princess and His Steel Princess!!

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The night felt really heavy. The rain had stopped,. I could still smell it in the air. It was cool and fresh. It came into my room through the little space I had left open by the balcony door. I stood there looking at the garden below me. The roses looked almost black in the moonlight. Everything outside seemed calm. Inside me everything was moving. I put my arms around myself not because I was cold. Because my thoughts were too loud. A lot of things had changed. Loving him meant living with things that were not always clear. It meant knowing that peace would never last forever.

The surprised shouts of Primo’s men warbled all around as my men and the Marlow soldatos closed in, shooting them down like sitting ducks. The heiress watched my movements in shock. Her eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. Open lips, flushed cheeks, fists clenched tight. Wearing a red dress so short I could picture what lay just above. Orlov stood with his face close to hers, leveling me with a smug grin. “Viktor…” Rosalind started, her voice a soft gasp piercing through the battle waging in the background. I applied pressure on the stone-cold trigger, but my aim flew wide as weight crashed into my side.

She smiled apologetically and added, “ But this is so cute of you. What would I do without you?” After finishing her macaroni and cheese, Mike moved closer, holding her hands. “Thank you for being the best girlfriend in the world. Loving you has been one of the easiest things I’ve ever done. I look forward to spending many more years with you, I love you always.” Rose couldn’t hide her smile any longer. “Thank you baby, I love you too, Happy anniversary to us.” She sighed “oh damn I’ve got a morning shift today, I wish I could spend the whole day with you. But don’t worry, I'll be back before evening so we can N*****x and chill.”

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

"Oh, I remember you. You showed up a month ago and refused to leave until you could see Miss LePenn. You thought she might fall for you looking like that. Too bad for you. Miss LePenn already had Jacques by then." The crowd erupted. "How dare you try to ruin Jaxie and his sweetheart!" "Jealousy is ugly, and you're the ugliest of all. Let's make him famous online. See if he can ever show his face outside again," Melanie shouted. She hurled a water bottle at me. It struck my forehead. Sharp, immediate pain flared. I touched my brow and felt the swelling begin. As the fans wailed about their perfect love story, a thought began to form in my mind.

Lucia leaned forward, forearms resting on her knees, voice dropping. “Dante.” The name tasted wrong in Arabelle’s mouth. Her mind rejected it instantly—then betrayed her by replaying everything she knew. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “He wouldn’t—” “He loved Valentina,” Lucia cut in softly. “And men like Dante Valerio don’t forgive the deaths of women they loved. They avenge them.” Arabelle stood abruptly, the chair scraping faintly against the floor. “You’re twisting things,” she snapped. “Dante has never laid a hand on me. He’s never even raised his voice.”

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.