To Love And Conquer Novels & Stories

“I can’t believe I spent six years with you! I thought you knew we were never taking this forward! It was never about marriage you fool, I was only using you for your notes because you’re the top student!” W..what? I stopped in my tracks, my heart dropped. “You don’t mean that Aria tell me.. tell me you don’t mean that” “I’m sorry I really needed to boost my grade and you were hard to approach so I had to do it the long way… don’t worry I won’t lie the sex was good.” Am I hearing wrong, the love of my life just told me I mean nothing to her except her golden ticket to success. What is home, I ask myself? Is it not a person, a heartbeat, a sweet- no a terrible, disgusting person named Aria?

“I love you so much, Mrs. Finn. More than words. More than life itself.” And as dawn threatened the horizon, as music faded and laughter softened, the estate held its breath in awe and reverence. Today had been more than a wedding—it was history, legend, cinematic, unstoppable. Love had conquered. Love had endured. Love had triumphed. In that quiet after, as two bodies rested intertwined, hearts still beating to the rhythm of survival and victory, the final truth was clear: love had never been hidden, never been surrendered, and never been broken. It had won. And in the stillness, as the night held the world in its shadowed arms, the song played softly in memory and in heart:

I suddenly remembered a conversation I had with her some time ago about Thor. “My dear, you know there are two kinds of love: conquest and being conquered, or conquest and confrontation. Many women have a strong desire to be conquered—but I’m the exact opposite. I don’t care about the process of a romance; I care about the result.” With a cucumber mask spread across her face, Shia ground out the words through clenched teeth: “I want to win.”

Finally, their love won. Tbc...

"No? Have you seen the way she looks at us when we're together? Have you seen the pain in her eyes? She's already pulling away, Alex. Your need to win is driving her straight out of our lives." "Our lives?" "Yes, our lives. Because despite everything, despite all of this, I still love you. You're still my brother. And I'm watching you destroy yourself over a woman who doesn't want to be owned." "I don't want to own her—" "Yes, you do. You want her on your terms, in your world, playing by your rules. And that's not love, Alex. That's conquest." "And what you want is love?" "What I want is her happiness. Even if it means she chooses you."

I am not going to let him have the upper hand. “I am surprised you have the energy to marry someone, you look like you are going to kill over very soon. What is wrong with you, AIDS?” I mocked and watched as the cocky look disappeared from his face to be replaced with a hardened look. I wasn’t done. I leaned in to mutter my words. “Kamaria will never love you because I have her heart, I have always had her heart,” I whispered and when I leaned back and smirked at him before turning to the others, I picked out Bobby with my eyes. “None of you is going to stop me from seeing Kamaria, she is the only one who can and until she says otherwise I will be seeing her, have a nice day,” I nodded at th

she said turning back to Alex. "Ava, Emma, Alice, meet Alex," she said to her friends briefly, although she did not state to her friends that they were lovers her friends were no fool, after seeing the reaction between them they already knew what was between them, although Alex had not said anything about his love to her, his actions to her now had just spoken for him, there was no need to say the words again, as the saying goes "action speaks louder than words" so Rachel naturally understood that Alex loved her from his reaction, but she was still unwilling to admit it yet to her friends.

I regretted it right away when his broad shoulders and very toned body shamelessly shouting hotness in front of me. That night I never thought about all the consequences that might happen between us. I was dominated by the desire of being touch by him, by our lust. I forgot that I don't have anything from him. I forgot that I have assurance from him yet I don't want to ruined the life that he have. I forgot that choosing each other is a very bad decision to make for the both of us.

Victoria looked directly into the camera. "To Elena and Dominic: you've won my game. Not the way I expected, but better. You found real love in a forced marriage. You chose each other freely after being coerced. You proved that my family's legacy doesn't have to be coldness and control." She held up an envelope.

Adrian Michael’s mind was a fortress of high-stakes business deals, the roar of custom engines, and the blurred neon of late-night galas. There was no room in that fortress for a marriage deadline. My eyes drifted to the mahogany bedside table. Tucked beneath a book lay a thin stack of papers, their edges crisp and unforgiving. Divorce papers. Already signed. Already waiting to be served like a final meal. Seven years ago, Adrian had stood at the altar and bound his life to mine for a reason that had absolutely nothing to do with love. At twenty-one, I had been naive enough to tell myself I understood the arrangement. I told myself I could endure the coldness if it meant fulfilling Victor Mi