The Shield Of His Love Novels & Stories

I dabbed at them quickly. “I know this isn’t how any of us would have chosen to meet, but I believe both of you are around, and you’re watching over her. Over us. I also hope you can see how much I love her and how much she means to me.” He then took a deep exhale, like his next words were going to be something weighty. “I promise to protect her. To be her shield when she needs one, her support when she doesn’t. To love her every day for the rest of our lives.” “Awww,” I found myself cooing. I gave him a side hug rubbing his back gently as I rested my head against his shoulder.

A wave of quiet reaction moved through the square. He reached to me, pulled me up beside him without asking, without ceremony. And added, softer: “And I am not your ruler.” A pause. Then his hand tightened around mine. “I am your shield.” My breath caught, stolen. The bond surged at his words - alive, hungry, coiling tight around my ribs like it had been waiting for permission to exist. Your shield.

He placed his bare hands on the shield of darkness. The effect was instantaneous and catastrophic. The shield, which had been designed to absorb physical and magical energy, was overwhelmed. It could not absorb the bond. It could not absorb the pure, unadulterated love and shared soul of a fated pair. It was like trying to contain a star in a bottle of shadow. The shield screamed, a high, piercing shriek of tearing reality. Cracks of brilliant white light appeared across its surface, spreading like a web. And then, with a sound like a thunderclap, it shattered.

The way he said it made my throat burn. “I do not want to be the reason someone aims at you,” I admitted while my fingers curled into the front of his shirt. His expression softened in a way that made him look almost younger. “You are the reason I aim higher,” he replied while pressing his forehead gently to mine. The words settled inside me slowly. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest. “You think love is a weakness because you have only seen it used that way,” he murmured into my hair while holding me firmly. “But love can also be armor.”

A blood-curdling scream tore through the air as I plummeted from the skyscraper, blacking out before I hit the ground. "Lily." The camera lingered mercilessly on my mangled form. The voice was unhinged with madness. "You're finally going to die. Don't blame me. Blame yourself for being so vile. "You knew damn well I loved Shane, and you still went ahead and married him! "In this world, only I am meant to love him! Everyone who'd try to take him from me should die!" The screen quaked, the view flipped, and there was Joanna's twisted face, filling the big screen. The footage cut off abruptly.

"What happened between us is ancient history now. Don't be jealous over nothing, okay?” Nolan had always been rather callous when it came to life. Yet, he would always lose it whenever his friends brought up his first love. He could tolerate his friends making disgusting jokes about me when he swanned around at parties. However, he would beat those same friends up if anyone dared mention his first love in his vicinity. There were more than 20 scars on his wrist. He had cut himself whenever that woman tried to leave him. I used to ask him just what kind of girl she was and how she'd made him love her for so many years. I wondered just how deeply he loved her that he refused to even remove the

"Seeing me dress up, you should know, I am going out, but if you must know, Lorenzo is outside, he is here to pick me up to Mr Cooper's launch." "Whoa!" Susan yelled, Sharon rolled her eyes at her. "Go on beautiful." Sharon didn't say another word to Susan, she hated this woman who called herself, her mother, Sharon walked out of the mansion and there stood the sun god waiting for the almighty Sharon. His jaw dropped, seeing the beauty in front of him, he didn't even know what to say to her, so she walked closer to him. "You should lock your lips, you don't want to use it with flies."

In that moment, his words flowed like a soothing melody, "Even if she posed a threat to me, I would never bring her harm. For she holds a special place in your heart, and that alone makes her precious to me." With a tenderness that melted away my fears, his thumb brushed away the tears that had welled up in my eyes. His voice, like a comforting embrace, continued, "And know this, my dear: anything that holds significance in your world becomes a treasure in mine as well. I am bound by an unspoken oath to shield and safeguard all that you hold dear, even if it demands every ounce of strength within me, until my very last breath." In that heart-stirring moment, as the world seemed to fade away,

Seeing this, Alucard’s eyes flashed with admiration. “I cannot believe that he forced Father to use the Blood Shield.” “What is the Blood Shield?” Mane asked, his eyes still glued to the figures of the two men locked in battle. “It is one of Father’s Soul Weapons, and the only defensive one that he has.” “I see,” Mane nodded his head, making a mental note to himself to assess the abilities of his vassals later.

He walked back to me, closing the distance, and the tone of his voice shifted from the cold, measured calm of a strategist to the warm, intense sincerity of a lover. “More importantly, Killian, this shield works both ways. My defense is not only financial. It is emotional. Your father wanted to make you crawl back because he stripped you of your worth. But your worth is not in a bank account. It is right here, with me. The entire world just saw me declare that I am choosing you over everything I built. That declaration is our greatest armor.” He reached out, cupping my face in his hands again, his thumbs gently sweeping across my cheeks.