Soldier Love Novels & Stories

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.

“You’re a stone who learned to stand. Tell her you love her, you bumbling idiot.” Damon‘s mouth formed the outline of a laugh that did not come. He had been a soldier and an alpha and a man who measured things in survival. Love was not part of that toolkit. It had ruined men, it had left families in ruin, it had split Varos and sent a boy out into the world to make a crown from grief.

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.

I loved this soul with all my might. Love, love came to me like a ray of hope in my miserable dark world, but slowly, it took away all my happiness. Oh how much I despise myself for what I did to her all these years. Every day, every Fucking day, I missed her, I missed her to an extent that I couldn't explain in words. In such world of negativity, in my world of negativity, I never thought I would be given her. And now when I realized how deeply in love I was, it was a little too late. I broke her. I fucking broke 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

Until three years ago, during an argument, I demanded he choose between me and Ava. In response, he had his men lock me in my rooms and take away my phone. That winter, locked in the estate's basement, I nearly broke. In the end, I gave in and begged for mercy. There was a time we were truly in love. When we were younger, he even took a bullet for me, fired by a rival family. Whatever love we'd had was gone. It was time to make a clean break. Without any hesitation, I answered the voice on the other end of the phone. "I'm sure."

"You don't get to call what you did love." He looked away. "You chose him." "Yes." "After everything?" "Yes." He laughed bitterly. "I never understood why." I looked at him. "Because Ambrose never asked me to become someone else to deserve his love." Silence. "That's what you never understood, Zane." I took a breath. "Love isn't about making someone choose you." He looked at me. "It's about giving them the freedom not to." “For crying outloud we were Highschool sweethearts we got engaged we were going to get married but you cheated on me a day before our wedding with one of friends…instead of apologising you raped me and acted like nothing happened.”