Soldier Love Novels & Stories

His conscience pricked and His life almost lost its meaning. Today, recollecting memories of all those years of blood shed culminating into a shit of paper with countless signatures of people Andrew knew nothing about, he couldn't help but wonder if it was ever worth it. One thing was certain. He was done with the Army. 7years of fighting, 4 galantry awards and promotions. Yet, Andrew was determined to walk away. He had paid a huge price. Claire. The one girl He truly loved. Andrew was an Orphan so the Army became his only Family and when the chance came to Join the War,Andrew knew it was his only shot to live life a Hero. It hurt him but He choose the Army over Claire.

, Spencer then opens his arms reluctantly and unwillingly to her, she smiled and went to him, laying on his chest and falling asleep. Hours went by and Spencer could not bring himself to sleep, he was up thinking about what Kara said, why couldn't he make love to her but he could make love to Sofia, that led him to think about Sofia and how he loved making love to her, he couldn't bring himself to stop thinking about her.

Hated the strange warmth it created. Hated him. Most of all, she hated herself for noticing anything at all. "I got lost." "Inside my private study?" His eyes narrowed. For a moment they simply stared at each other. A challenge. A battle. Neither willing to blink first. The storm crashed against the windows. Lightning flashed. The room brightened. And suddenly Adrian moved. One step towards her. That's all. Yet the distance between them vanished instantly. Celine's pulse jumped. He was too close.

And her body, once proud and strong, grew weaker and thinner, but her eyes still burned with desperate hope that he might hear her pleas if she repeated them enough times. “Stefano, they lied to me as much as they lied to you, I was nothing but a soldier, I was used, I never wanted this, I swear to you, you are the only man I ever loved, the only truth in all my lies,” she cried one night when he pressed the cold barrel of his gun against her temple, not pulling the trigger but letting the weight of it speak for him. He shook his head slowly and whispered, “Love, you say, but love is not built on lies. Love is not a mask you wear until it rots and falls away, what you gave me was not love, i

There was something about the way she looked beside me or the way I looked beside her It felt like everything was right in the world again although it was far from the truth. ‘Is this it?’ I wondered internally as my slim warded with my mind while I stared at her perfect face, the soft freckles littering the bridge of her nose called to me. So I kissed her softly, relishing the soft sigh from her as my lips caressed her skin Was this the weakness we were warned as soldiers never to fall for? ‘A woman is an enemy of every soldier, as is the love she claims to bring with her. Do not ever let her in, because if you do, you would be bleeding from a deadly wound before you realise the blow.”

Another soldier approached her and said, “Lieutenant, he has been drowning for quite some time. I’m so sorry to say this, but I think you should stop.” She couldn't believe that he left her. She was crying hard while hugging him. “You promised me that you won't leave me. You can't leave me like this. You can’t.” Everyone was keeping their mouth shut. “I love you, Matin. Please wake up. I need you to hear this. I love you so much. Don't leave me.” “Lieutenant,” a soldier held her shoulder, trying to calm her. She performed mouth to mouth CPR breathing one last time. She hoped he would wake up.

The General’s (Eric’s P.O.V) I was not a man meant for love. That was the truth I had long accepted as my shadow and companion, the way a blade accepts its scabbard. From the time I first held a sword, I had married myself to war. A soldier does not dream of flowers or dances or of gentle hands that can soothe away the ache of battle. He dreams only of survival, of strategy, of victories that keep his people safe. For years, I thought myself immune to the petty distractions of the heart.

I would shake my head and say tearfully, "Clinton, I love you. I'm certain it's not out of guilt." He'd wiped away my tears. "Give me some time. I need to figure out how I feel about us." I had been so desperate for his love that I eagerly agreed. But not long after, I'd received news that Clinton and Gemma had gotten together.

"If you do not see it. It cannot hurt you" Everyone has one 'soldier'... or more... that they are born with. 'Soldiers of the soul' where you know them, you trust them, but you are convinced they are your 'instincts' instead of your 'invisible friend' from long ago. They walk in the shadows and are always with you... Even when you are lost and alone, though they cannot come into the light, but they can warn you from things they are able to see. Have you ever felt like that?

It is not just for the now and my country, but for the future generation and the whole world. But then, I didn't think that I will witness a scene like this, at this time. Normally, when we are on a mission and the situation is between life and death, we would just close our eyes for a moment and utter our silent goodbye if we won't make it alive, wishing it would be carried by the wind to our love ones. But this... It is a scene far from what I expected, far from what I know. And somehow, it touches my heart and makes me smile. For the first time, I witness a scene wherein the soldier manages to say goodbye to his beloved, though Dr. Sean Richforte is not a soldier.