Soldier Love Novels & Stories

How, how can you rip two people apart that are meant to be together? It is not fucking fair! Then. I hear a loud gasp as the air fills her lungs again; it is the most beautiful noise that I have ever heard. And as I sit up to pull her into my arms, she sees a small tear running down my cheek. "Why are you crying, soldier?" "Because I thought I lost you." I envelope her frail body into my arms and gently press her head against my chest, "I love you, damn woman, don't ever give me a fright like that again."

“You whore! You whored yourself out to the enemy! And now these soldiers? You are whoring yourself to him as well? So, he is protecting you. You whored yourself to Dante. That bastard! He will kill you in cold blood! He’s a monster, a real devil!” But what struck me more than the venom in her voice was the bitterness she had for me. I had done nothing to her, nothing that justified this level of hatred. Now, I had just chosen to live my life differently. And still she couldn't accept that. The soldier standing before her had a mark on his neck. A marking that confirmed he had a fated mate. It was a sign of loyalty, of devotion that was something sacred in their world. He was bonded to someo

They're familiar but they're not the arms I want wrapped around me. "Shhhh it's okay Casey. We got you. He's going to feel like shit once he realizes what he's missed" Soren tells me as Asia runs my back. I can't do this anymore Soren. I'm hurting just like he is but it's like I don't matter anymore. I've tried staying strong for Link and our baby, well babies but this hurts so much" I cry out as tears and snot drop onto Soren's shirt that I kind of feel bad about but not really. After a few minutes I start to calm down. I step out of their arms, wipe the last of my tears and pick up my pictures. I set a couple copies next to the bed, kiss Link and tell him I love him before walking out of t

He stopped abruptly when he saw the scene: me on my knees, Hero's cock buried to the hilt in my throat, saliva dripping down my chin, tears in my eyes. The soldier froze, his face turning bright red. “Capo… I… I’m sorry, I didn’t know…” he stammered, visibly shaking, his eyes wide with terror. Heros didn’t even slow down. He continued fucking my mouth with firm thrusts, holding my head in place so I couldn’t pull away. His icy eyes turned to the soldier, his voice sharp as a blade. “Say what you came to say. Now.” The soldier swallowed hard, his face pale, hands trembling so badly the folder nearly fell.

Yassi heard a soldier complain to the soldier he was talking to as well. "Don't speak like that. The prince will not let Yeran fall into the hands of the barbarians. And even if the prince is wounded he prefers to fight with us. He will not leave us no matter what happens. And I am ready to die for a person like him who has strong principles and love for the country under his father's rule," replied the soldier he was talking to.

Her eyes brimmed with tears when the last word came out like a small whisper from her mouth. “You can’t question my love like this, Alessandra! It’s innocent! The only thing I’m sure of!” For her, it was the first time she saw a human filled with emotions talking to her. Like a real human. Because every time he was like a robot. A well trained ruthless machine. But at that moment, he oozed out the disappointment hidden inside him. “How? How after you raped me?” “That was rage!” “Was your love so weak that it couldn’t even stand in front of your rage?”

Saddie, after recovering from her shock, puts the bags down on the ground and claps her hand. “That was fantastic,We knew you were in love with him!” they both grinned at me. I looked at them like they were crazy. They don't know what they are talking about. “Our little sister is in love” they sing songs and fist bump like they were best friends when in fact, they are like cats and dogs. I have never seen them getting along so well until now. If I had known they could bond over something as mundane as talking about my non-existent love life, I would have gotten married to my non-existent husband.

"Don't,Please don't make this harder." "It's already hard. At least let's be honest about what we're feeling." "I love you too.I love you and it's killing me because I can't have you. I can't choose you without destroying everything else." "Then we find a way." "There is no way.Our families hate each other. They're at war we're just collateral damage." "We don't have to be." "Yes, we do." I grab my purse, my phone, and leather jacket. "That's what people like us are. We're weapons. Tools. We don't get to choose love over duty."

From the very first time I met her in the kitchen two years back, she made me feel hard just by looking at her. Many says this is not love, but this what I have. I am loving her the way I want to. Her humbleness, her selflessness makes me fall in love with her again and again and every time harder from before. Call it an obsession or whatever, I'll name it love. My love. Ha, mere ander hawas hai. After all she is my fucking wife. (yes I lust for her)

We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it. When you talk about love it does not necessarily mean to love your wife or her husband but to love your neighbor that's what love is, I believe in love because I already love wha