This Is Not A War Story Novels & Stories

This wasn’t just business anymore. It was a war.

effortlessly perfect. He picks up one of the discarded letters with a casual flick of his fingers, unfurling it like he’s done this a million times. “You’re looking at it too narrowly. These aren’t just records. They’re stories." He holds the letter up to the light. "Like this—look at the dates. The war started just after this letter was sent.” I huff, folding my arms over my chest in frustration. I don’t know if I can do this anymore. Everything feels like it’s just out of reach, Caroline. Do you ever feel like that?

Or would that only make things worse between me and Kain? “I don’t know…” I finally responded, looking down into the glass where my drink was half empty. Thinking about Kain, even about these things, had me yearning for him. It wasn’t fair… but he had warned so many women that he would never be ‘their love story’… and now, neither was he mine. That was how I felt.

This wasn’t the end. This was the beginning of my war.

And I realize with stunning clarity that this isn’t the wedding. This is just the beginning of the war.

And I knew, with terrifying clarity, that this was no longer a story of love lost. It was the beginning of a war.

This wasn’t just about survival anymore. It was war. And he was done playing the victim

but the war wasn’t. And neither of them had truly won.

Not anymore. This was war. And it was only beginning.

“Back in Moonstone, they told us there was nothing past the forest. That it was cursed. Filled with rabid, mindless rogues that killed everything on sight. Beyond that? Barren wastelands. No life. No hope. No return.” I gestured around us. “This—everything I’m seeing—it’s the opposite of what I was taught.” His expression shifted. Just slightly. But enough. “You don’t…” he said slowly, voice quiet. “You don’t know about the war?” I stared. “What war?” His jaw tensed. Then he let out a slow breath and gestured toward a wooden bench shaded beneath a tree with petals like blood and snow. “Sit. It’s going to be a long story.”