Soldier Love Novels & Stories

Okay," I replied, not wanting to live without him. One thing I learned from being without him is that I wanted him more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. So now that I knew he didn't do anything with Veronica, I would be with him. I fell asleep in the arms of the man that I loved. I wasn't ready to tell him that, but I knew I was in love with Blake Mitchell.

He’s not. The lyrics keep bleeding into my skull. ‘They say before you start a war, You better know what you’re fighting for I know exactly what I’m fighting for. Melaena. Her laugh. Her stubborn chin. The way she curls into me when she’s pretending she’s not scared. All of it. ‘If love is what you need, a soldier I will be …’ I would easily stop breathing so she could take just one more breath. No hesitation.

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.

He waits a beat, then asks, “What happened to him?” I inhale sharply. “He was a soldier. He went to war and never came back.” My voice breaks. “He was the only one who loved me with his whole heart.” And that’s it. The tears spill. My shoulders shake. I cover my face, but it doesn’t help. Too many memories rush in at once. Blake moves closer, gently and without awkwardness. I smell his cologne—calm, warm, grounding. It shouldn’t matter, but it does. His hand comes to my back, firm and steady, rubbing slow circles like he knows exactly where the pain sits. Then his arm wraps around me, holding me there.

The signal was given, the horns blew, and the army began to move, a river of steel and purpose flowing away from the capital, away from me. I watched him go, his figure growing smaller and smaller in the distance, until he was just a speck on the horizon, a memory, a ghost. And then I would wake up, my heart pounding, my cheeks wet with tears, the silence of the house a crushing, suffocating weight. The reality of it was a cold, hard thing, a bitter pill I had to swallow every morning. I was in love with a Spartan soldier, a man who had pledged his life, his loyalty, his very soul to his Lord and his House.

"His lover, his other half... his lifetime partner." The words hung in the air for a moment, and Liam felt as if the entire room held its breath. Then, one by one, the soldiers' expressions softened, and a murmur of understanding rippled through the group. One of the soldiers nodded. "Ah, I see," one of the soldiers said, breaking the silence again and clapping his hand once again. "That explains a lot." The other was able to react quickly and immediately nodded too. "Yeah, it does," another chimed in. "No wonder they're always so in sync on the battlefield."

I kept asking myself, becoming more confused at the question while a fury of anger, sorrow, hate, confusion, and love whirled around within me. " Terry..." My pet places a paw on my shoulder as he nuzzles my neck, trying to comfort me. " Sorry... I didn't mean to say that V4.1 deserves to die for the rest of us to live just because he is created to... I know it's hard to watch a friend die on the battlefield or even imagine it..." The soldier finally understood and gave a full-hearted apology. " You have no idea. "

Not once. And why would he? I was always just a soldier in his team for him. The second option he turned to when she wasn’t there. And yet… He fought beside me. He bled and laughed and stood with me through every storm. Does he hot feel anything for me? I know him better than she ever could. I’ve seen him at his lowest, held him together when he wanted to fall apart. But that’s not love, is it? That’s duty. Loyalty. Friendship.

"Does this mean Daddy and Mommy will fearlessly protect me if someone bullies me?" Adrian nodded. "Yes, that's right, and that's because your parents love you the most. When such a thing happens, they would be fearless of death and would do everything in their power to protect you. That's how love works." "That's love? So Mommy and Daddy love me just like how I love them?" "Absolutely." "I get it now! So those soldiers are not scared of dying because of their love for their families," Seraphina concluded.

Corinna made no answer. “Forgive me for what I did yesterday, for it was from the good feeling which I have for you, which is so great that I was altogether unable to restrain it. My gracious lady, my beloved Corinna, consider who I am; I am a simple soldier, whose life has been passed in wars. Another would have prepared an oration beforehand, and then come to confidence; I have begun with confidence. Remember this also, that if a horse, though trained, takes the bit in his teeth and runs away with a man, why should not love, whose force is greater, run away with him? Love carried me away, simply because you are dear to me. My beloved Corinna, “you are worthy of castellans and senators; but