Romans & histoires The War Of Lost Hearts

I glance at him, studying his expression, the way his mind is already moving ahead, already planning the next step, the next move, the next fight. “You say that like this is a war,” I say quietly. His gaze hardens. “It is,” he replies. The word settles between us, heavy and undeniable. War. Not survival. Not escape. War means choosing a side. War means standing your ground even when it would be easier to walk away. War means losing things you are not ready to lose. My fingers tighten slightly as that truth sinks in deeper than anything else tonight. Because for the first time in a long time… I have something to lose.

* Most definitely, everyone was engrossed in one thing or the other – it was either the activities involved in the preparation of the Mating Ceremony or the disappearance of Michelle. Presently, the beta could be seen overseeing the training of the Pack's warriors. He had a feeling that a war would break out soon – it was an unsettling feeling, but then again, it wasn't inevitable. Since the Scarlet Heart Pack seemingly wanted dominance over everything, it was only a matter of time before the true war would break out. A sigh escaped Andrew's lips at that thought; oh, how he hated wars. They were nothing but bloody fights that would lead to the loss of both sides. Acquisition of gold and the

The Lakewood warriors were only standing round, successfully putting the pack under siege. And that made me question their motive — because if the Lakewood warriors are truly here for battle, why can't they just waltz in, and finish the battle? Because it was crystal-clear that we were losing the war to the Lakewood pack, and it was glaring, even to the blind, that we were on the back foot, even in our own backyard. I was fed up and frustrated, and it scared me to the bone, to learn that the face of battle, that the face of warfare had evolved, beyond fists, claws, and fangs, to now explosives, and speedily moving silver bullets.

The war was already here. And we were already losing.

They don't want to start a war, they want to destroy me. But they're making one very stupid mistake. Killing my girls won't stop me from coming after them. It'll give me nothing left to lose, nothing to keep me tied to my clean business persona. Because Livy and Addison make up the two parts of my heart. And I will become heartless. If I'm going to die from a broken heart, I'm taking Debrassy with me. One by one I shoot the bastards as I move closer to the entrance. They fall like dominoes, one at a time, landing in a pile of bodies leading out of the door.

, Iyaz told them, metaphorically washing his hands to wipe out his sins. “We can’t let Cipher be victorious. It will be the end of all of us”, Jack added fuel to the coal, just waiting for the cluster to start the fire. “That’s right! Ciphers are selfish! They must burn in hell!”, a man exclaimed with a metallic scream, raising both of his middle fingers in the air. His teeth were replaced with gold, grinding and eyes as white as being possessed by a demon. A woman added, her voice screeching, piercing through the drums of everyone’s ear, “My boyfriend died because of them! They don’t deserve to live either.”

"Please, I need to apologize. I messed up, Nolan. I know that. But I don't want to lose you. I still want us to get married." He raises an eyebrow, his arms crossing over his chest. "Marie, it's too late for that. I am not interested in hearing that anymore." My heart clenches at his words, but I cannot give up-not yet. "Please, Nolan. Just one last chance. I won't mess it up this time, I promise. I was confused before, but I know what I want now. I want you." Nolan doesn't say a word for a long time, his eyes drilling into mine as if weighing something dense inside his head. I see the war in his eyes-the part of him that's still hurting, still holding back from giving me any more of his tru

They stood in rolls and colons. "We are on earth. My father's wish was to rule the Earth but it didn't come to pass. As his son and the rightful heir to the throne, I'll make sure I fulfill every of his wish. We must find the lost blood. I know it's hard but, we must. She's the only way we can live normally and come out under the sun. Once it's sundown, go and find the lost blood. Bring her to me alive" "Yes Master!" They chorused.

He had to protect his family, he had to protect his image, he had to protect his world. But as he watched his wife walk away, her footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway, he knew he had lost something more precious than his image, more important than his world. He had lost the trust of his daughter, the love of his wife, and a part of his soul. He had won the battle, but he had lost the war. He had gained control, but he had lost his heart.

Hidden Hearts was preserved because it only contained pure history and relevant facts, unlike the others that had suspicious pieces of information that weren’t needed. It was these books that started the war. The youths were divided, half supported the government while half supported Hearth and its rebellions. Raeya could still remember a conversation when she apprehended an activist. “You are trampling on our hearts to express what we want!” One had shouted at her when she was assigned to disperse a huge rally against the rally.