Soldier Love Novels & Stories

“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

“You say loving me might destroy you. Then we won’t let it. We’ll destroy the fear instead. Not by ignoring it, but by facing it. Together. We’ll weaponize it. We’ll use this love as our intelligence—the one thing our enemies can’t predict, can’t quantify, can’t corrupt. They think love is a weakness. Let’s prove them wrong. Let’s make it our fortress.” He kissed him then. Not a kiss of passion, but of covenant. It was firm, lingering, a seal on the promise. When he broke away, his voice was a low, unwavering vow. “I love you. And I am not asking you to stop being the survivor, the strategist, the soldier. I’m asking you to let those parts of you defend this one, new, precious thing. To let

“What is your name? “She asked the lady soldier. “ I’m Amanda”. Amanda smiled at her. But you can call me Mandy see we can be friends. After all I have seen you here for so long. She just nods and smiles too. “Oh..I guess you know me?” “Well, yes and I think Sergeant Herrera is in love with you. Amanda smiles again to her. Her cheeks get redder from what Amanda says to her, how she can say that they are deeply in love with each other, is she would tell about the dinner and the kisses? She hides her smile and follows Amanda on the way at the Soldier launch.

“That’s where you’re wrong. It’s quite the opposite actually. Loving her has given me the strength to do what I should have done years ago.” “Oh yeah? Well it’s clearly also making you stupid. What exactly is your plan here? You just gonna shoot me? You and I both know you would just end up in a jail cell.” “I don’t think you’re fully understanding this. I don’t care. I would kill for her. I would spend the rest of my life in jail for her. I would do anything for her. That’s where your plan to torture me failed. I bet you didn’t count on me loving her enough to destroy my own life to save hers did you?”

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

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."

His gaze softened as he wiped my tears away. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. My heart was frantically pounding in my chest when he leaned in. “I love you, Benedykta Rebel. I am utterly in love with you, and I am tired of fighting this feeling that keeps consuming me.” His lips met mine fiercely as I wrapped my arms around his neck. It was filled with raw passion and need.

“She loves me, Theodore. Even if you’ve decided to bow your head to Grandpa, you shouldn’t sacrifice Sansa’s feelings or her future just to satisfy him. “These past three years, you haven’t taken a single day off for yourself. “Your world revolves around work, so a marriage without love probably means nothing to you. “But Sansa is different—she longs for love, needs love. She won’t be happy with you. “Let her go. I’m begging you.” Theodore let out a soft, knowing laugh and glanced down at Benedict’s hand, still clenched so tightly his knuckles had turned white. “Benedict, after everything you’ve just said, you still won’t admit it?

Nothing," she replied quickly again. As she still rolled her eyes one by one at the approaching soldiers. Maybe she misses the only man that she wishes to see too. It's as if she's just deceiving herself. She tries to make believe that the man she can't deny she loved is worthless. But until those moments she still remembers Jake. "Okay. Thank you for you answer. We are leaving." The soldiers said goodbye. She was left in her position standing and following the gaze to the walking away soldiers.