Romance War Novels & Stories

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

All just to say how annoyingly sappy she thinks it is that Alcina keeps sending Brandon love letters one after another. We are fighting a war, and Brandon is busy reading your scandalous love letters whilst he's supposed to be fighting off the enemy army! But what else is Alcina to do? Brandon has been fighting a war. War, Alcina has found, is long and tedious. More so than one might realize. It can go days or weeks or months with no movement on either front, only to explode in a sudden flurry of skirmishes and battles and blood and steel, only to lapse back into silence thereafter.

Pink blots of blush appeared on her cheeks, "That we're having war romance," I raised an eyebrow up, "War romance? What's that?" She smacked my shoulder softly, "Urgh, you're such a grandpa, Theo. It's romance during a war or during warring times." "Oh, I see." "Grandpa…" She said with a chuckle and placed her hands on my thighs then shifted closer. Her radiating smile always made me smile. "Theo…" she said in a soft and shy voice, "is there something you wanna tell me?"

He asked, his voice low and dangerous. “I would rather die in the hands of a real man, a man of his words, a real warrior than die in the hands of a pathetic excuse like Marcus,” I said. “And my bravery would add a lot to your pack. I am willing to serve you till my last breath.” “Serve me? To last your last breath you say?” Fenrir asked, his gaze hard and cold. “Do not lie to me or try to trick me. I hate lies and detest liars.”

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!

‘You may kiss the bride. Franco didn't hesitate. He pulled me against his chest, his hands tangling in my veil as his mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was a searing, desperate claim – a culmination of every stolen moment, every battle fought, and every drop of blood spilt to get us to this exact second in time. I kissed him back with equal fervour, my arms wrapping tight around his neck, anchoring myself to the only man who could ever truly stand beside me. When we finally broke apart, the small chapel erupted into cheers. Franco rested his forehead against mine, both of us breathing heavily, a shared smile passing between us. The war was over. The wedding was complete. We were bound in

She looked from his pale, blood-streaked face to the dead saboteur outside, to the distant, smoking scar of the chasm. Gryffen’s arrow had found its mark. The mountain had taken its price. Not in stone, but in blood. And as she held the unconscious prince, Leigh knew with a certainty that froze her more than the tunnel’s chill: the border war was over. A new, more personal war had just begun. And Makil, in his stubborn, princely way, had just made himself the heart of it. And she, against every instinct of self-preservation, had already chosen her side.

Daniel replied with a head nod. "I know you have your plan, but I still think that this cannot work," Levi said simply. The families were at war, but especially for him, Lila was his archnemesis; they could never be tied in marriage no matter what plots their parents were trying to do. He was sure that she would be saying the same thing as well.

He tells me while he sees his ties. “Ouch!” I say angrily. “What nonsense.” I said, very upset by what he just told me. “The best thing you can give to a dead person is to always remember them for what they were. “This is not a movie, Miss Jefferson.” He tells me, looking at me seriously. “It could be a movie, don't you believe in what happens in romantic movies?” I asked him, confident that the world is not so bad and maybe it can be as beautiful as movies.