Novel & Cerita Tactics Of Love

Ava's pov: I got up, preparing to leave, but before I could take a step, he pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "I love you, unconditionally," he murmured against my ear. "And everyone calls that obsession. But I never forced you to love me. I never manipulated you. I never interfered when you were with Darsh—not until I found out he was cheating on you. And even then, I waited four years for you to heal before I ever made a move."

"You know I don't care about men. I have no desire to find love. What's love anyway? Just a way to make a woman depend on a man so he can break her heart." Natalia had fallen in love during her first year of college. She was still hurting from the loss of her parents when a senior took an interest in her. She had been so lonely that she was blinded by the attention he had given her. After they'd been together for a couple of months, she decided to give in to him and have sex. The same day she was planning on surprising him, she was checking her social media account, which she was rarely on. She found a post of his where he was tracking how many freshmen he could have sex with before graduati

Ian told Prim and stood up para lapitan ang dalaga at hinalikan ito sa tuktok ng ulo niya. Prim stood up and hugged Ian back tightly. "I loved everything about this surprise, babe. The steak's amazingly delicious. Thanks for cooking good food for me, as always..." Prim told Ian. Everytime na may enough time si Ian to cook for Prim, he always do so. He himself do not know his own love language, pero ang alam ni Prim, acts of service ang number one na ibinibigay sa kaniya ni Ian. In these simple yet meaningful acts, Ian unknowingly spoke the language of love that resonated most strongly with Prim. Each meal he prepared was a silent declaration of his feelings, a heartfelt expression that boun

“You don’t understand, General. Alex is dangerous—for her and the child. If she stays with him, she’ll never be free, we’ve spent time together, we’ve shared a bond that she can’t deny, she has confessed her regrets to me. I can give her stability, safety… love.” The General sighed, shaking his head. “Love? This isn’t about love anymore, Harden. It’s about obsession.” Harden stopped pacing, his lips curling into a dark smile. “Obsession or not, I always have a Plan B. She won’t stay with him if Alex is no longer around.” The General’s brows furrowed. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” Harden said, his voice low and calculated, “that accidents happen. And sometimes, those accidents open new

Worse, they had found a lead—one that could unearth what she had buried so meticulously. She turned sharply as a figure stepped into her office. A woman in a fitted black suit, her hair in a severe bun, met Victoria’s gaze without fear. Elaine Marquez, a former intelligence officer turned strategic consultant, was one of Victoria’s last gambles. “We need to change tactics,” Elaine stated without preamble. “You’ve been reacting to their moves. That’s why they’re still alive.” Victoria folded her arms, unimpressed. “And you propose?” “Full-spectrum dominance,” Elaine said. “You don’t just hunt them—you erase them from every network, every contact, every resource. Make them ghosts before they g

I curl up in bed, my phone lighting up with a text from an unknown number: "Some people run from love. Some people run towards it. Which one are you? - H" And for the first time in my life, I don't know the answer.

Wouldn't sacrifice love for strategic benefit. We'd fight with our weakness. Fight through our limitation. Fight despite vulnerability. Because love wasn't weakness. It was different kind of strength. One that entity couldn't understand. Couldn't predict. Couldn't counter. The entity began retreating. Not defeated. Strategic withdrawal. Mission incomplete but intelligence gathered. Weaknesses identified. Future strategies planned.

The plan had failed to stay a plan. That was the cleanest way to say it. Not that the plan had failed, it had succeeded, technically, in most of its objectives. But somewhere in the succeeding, the plan itself had become irrelevant. Had been outgrown. Had been replaced by something that had no strategy in it at all. Real love wasn't strategic. Real love was Matthias pouring coffee at the right temperature without being asked and sitting in the same room for hours without filling the silence and saying I love you on an ordinary Tuesday morning like it was simply the next true thing.

Now she understood that he had obtained those tactics through The Book Of Love. She had long been aware of Zachary’s objectives in approaching her. She was also aware that Zachary could never possibly have real feelings for her. However, why did she feel so uncontrollably disappointed after hearing that he had been using tactics from a book to pursue her? Whenever he called her “sweetheart”, gave her flowers, held her, kissed her, climbed on top of her, and declared his feelings for her, it was all from The Book of Love? Smack! Zachary threw the thick, heavy Book of Love onto Sotiria’s lap.

I was trying to escape the doom this could result in. “Stop acting like it’s such a big deal. It’s just flirting. Aren’t you a woman? You can have your way into his heart. If he's heartless, you can have your way into his mind. No one is incapable of falling in love. Just follow my advice, okay? I can give you a full list on what to do. My first tip would be to smile more when you’re around him, bat your eyelashes or anything, just make gestures and make sure you touch him constantly— be affectionate. Every cold-hearted person needs a warm angel to soften his frigidness.”