Soldier Love Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

Stephie stood her ground, and this is what Jacob wanted from her. Somehow, someway, across the distance of their banter, both minds were aligned that this was their language, their chemistry, their fill and entertainment. I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you. This was the definition of their relationship. And somehow, someway, both parties were entertained with the back and forth. This was the only way they could communicate and simultaneously hide their undetermined feelings. If any. Jacob played his disinterest well. To show Stephie that her words of defiance meant nothing to shake his resolution, he approached her. This is what they both wanted anyway.

This Love To forget the pain she is feeling when she caught her boyfriend cheating with her half-sister, Lumiere went to the club to get drunk and find herself. There, she met Rage Forger, a snobbish but handsome man. At first she thought she wouldn't get his attention however when she drunk danced on the dance floor, suddenly someone hugged her back she immediately felt his warm body and fragrant smell.

He immediately towered over the soldier. “I don’t understand why you still defend him!” the soldier shouted even more as he ranted even more. “Your men just died all because of a prince’s selfish intentions! Are you blinded by loyalty? Or are you as heartless as they are?? The crown never cared about us! We are all but pawns in their games! That is the truth and you cannot tell me otherwise!” The captain then slapped the soldier, which made him fall to the ground. “You are way out of line, soldier! Have you forgotten your place?!”

His face was etched with disbelief, he could not accept that the bond he had forged was broken by choice, that love could not be owned. I sheathed my sword, stepping forward so that only a few feet separated us. “You taught me that love is power,” I said, voice firm. “But love cannot be taken by force. It must be given freely or not at all.” His chest rose and fell, as though struggling for breath. He opened his mouth as if to retort, but the words died on his lips. Instead, he turned and strode back toward his line. The dark soldiers shaken, uncertain followed.

She could even see that some soldiers were women, and even they were laughing. Amy tried so hard not to think about the child who got murdered on the hood of Tony’s car earlier. She saw herself meeting the same fate. The soldier’s hand crawled further up between Amy’s thighs. He tried to get into her pants, literally. Amy kept hearing Azad crying out, which made her wet the chilled ground with her tears. “My god you’re a sexy lady.” The soldier grunted in Amy’s face with his hand still groping her butt. The Infantry-man’s black mask visor hid his appearance.

"They were separated for a long time. He was a soldier, and she was a nurse. They met during the war. And they fell in love. But he was sent away, and they didn't see each other for years. But they never stopped writing. They never stopped loving each other." He then took one of the letters from me. "This one is my favorite," he said. He began to read the letter out loud. His voice was deep and full of emotion. And as he read, I could see the love story unfold in my mind. Two people who were torn apart by circumstance, but who never lost faith in their love. When he finished, he looked at me, his eyes shining. "This is the kind of love I want, Bianca. This is the kind of love I want with you

"Why are you afraid of your own husband, dear. Why do you think that I will hurt you? Never mind, what I want is to make love to you completely and of course that is much different from what you imagined and what is engraved in your brain. So stop thinking anything bad about me because it doesn't matter at all. Oh yes, I want to tell you that you should think very positively without having to think about anything bad and trust me that all the soldiers who are currently going to war will return home with victory and the demons, at least 10,000 troops will die in this way. which is so very terrible.”