To Love And Conquer Mga Nobela at Kwento

“If we can’t break them apart… we break everything around them.” And she hung up. War, after all— Wasn’t won by love. It was won by who was willing to destroy more.

I muttered, my voice barely audible. He turned on the music, a slow jazz tune filling the car. "Your favourite," he grinned. My eyes narrowed at him this time. "Aren't you doing too much?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant and unimpressed. I was definitely impressed. It was even my favourite song. He chuckled lightly. "Just trying to win you over," he admitted. "Don't treat me like a....” “A princess," he completed the words. “I know that. I’m just trying to act like your lover.”

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

He wanted to be normal, he wanted to run away from all his princely duties. He wasn't a man of war or politics, he had the soul of a poet, a lover and that of a loving father. He wanted true love. Richard stared at the sculpture of Hiloh resting on its plinth. Beside it was a mystical fountain which was the garden's source of beauty. Richard moves towards it staring at the waters at it's base. He could see his reflection his natural self, all was perfect except his crown and his too luxurious robe. He disturbs the water with his left hand causing ripples. He observes how the ripples travel around the water. This gave him his hundredth definition of love. "A touch, thousand of uniform ripples

He needed me to feel his stinging truth, but I shielded my heart from feeling his words. "Power is the real truth... The real asset, the real thing. It's the real reason we exist... to dominate, to conquer, to rule. And you have that at your disposal. Yet, you discard it like it's common. And you chose love..." He said. He mentioned the word "love" with disgust seated in his face, as though his stomach turned. "Love only makes you weak!" He spat the words at me. I drew in a very deep breath, ready to finally fight him... Ready to destroy him.

We are on the cusp of a new beginning, and as I look to the future, I know that the love we share is the force that will guide us. The End!

I said. "I thought love was something you won," he said, with the particular, precise quality he brought to the distinction. "Through being exceptional. Through being useful. Through being better than the alternative." He paused. "It took me years to understand that love that works like that isn't love. It's a contract. And contracts don't keep you warm in October when the garden has gone dormant and there's nothing to demonstrate and nothing to win."

Natasha has never been in love, she got everything she wanted and threw them after use, love didn't exist to her, but Adam who understands what was involved, will go to any length to make it work. Who is bound to win the game?

“Because you don’t get to demand affection. You orchestrate it. You create a world in which she believes it was her idea to love you. That’s how we win. That’s how we lead.” Victor’s face twisted. “What if she never loves me?” Robert leaned in slightly. “Then make her need you. Make her believe no one else will ever see her the way you do.” Victor’s expression hardened. “And if she still won’t let me touch her?” Robert’s eyes sharpened like a blade. “Then you walk away for the night. And you try again tomorrow. And the next day. Because we are not beasts,” he said slowly. “We do not take. We conquer with precision.”

"But what you can give me isn't for you to decide, but me. Right now, I just want freedom. I don't want anything else." In the end, she just did not need Randall. Love was something that could not be forced in the first place. No matter how powerful Randall was and how many people he killed to gain power, he could not have Rowena's heart. Rowena's heart was much more stubborn than the average heart. How many people could resist four years of marriage, wealth, and power? She had refused to give even an inch to Randall. That woman was his weakness; the greatest challenge he had faced in life.