Training To Love Novels & Stories

“You like her, so why be mean to her?” “It’s my job to make sure everyone within my pack reaches their full potential. She needed help, I provided it.” “Yeah, but being mean has consequences. What if she doesn’t want to be near you because you are a total ass to her?” “We need to work on your training, not on who I like.” “But my training is lame. Your love life, or lack thereof, is totally cool. I prefer talking about you.”

Driving my hips up, helping her move with my hands clasped around her ass, I whispered in her ear, "I'll love you, forever." We had come a long way. She had come to me for help and training. I gave her both, but not only did I help her gain confidence, and train her body to kill and survive, but I helped train her heart to let love in again. She had taught me the same. I would never take her for granted. Nothing had changed just because she was safe, and her enemies were dead. If it came to it, I would always kill to protect her. Always.

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.

I could have stayed there for years, just guarding her sleep, making sure the rest of the world stayed far enough away. I loved her. It’s always been her. It’ll always be her. But I’m not exactly good at showing it. Men like me... we aren’t taught how to love. We aren't given a manual on how to be gentle. We’re taught how to break bones, how to take territory, and how to swallow pain until it turns into stone. When you grow up surrounded by hate and blood, love isn't a gift, it’s one thing that fucks with your head.

"I know it's not fair. None of this is fair. But you're not alone. We're all in this together." She looked at me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "What do we do?" "We train. We prepare. We build our strength." I looked around the room—at thirty hybrids, at the love seekers, at Kael and Caspian who'd become my anchors. "And when Vladimir comes, we show him that love is stronger than hate. That family is stronger than revenge. That ten thousand years of dreaming darkness can't stand against even one moment of light." ________________________________________ The training began that afternoon.

Using every skill Marcus gave me to destroy everything he built. *Not because I am stronger than you. Not because I am smarter. But because I have something you will never understand.* *I have people who love me without wanting anything from me. Who support me without controlling me. Who see me as human. As valuable. As worthy.* *That is what you cannot fight against. That is what makes all your training and conditioning ultimately fail.* *Love is stronger than programming. Connection is stronger than isolation. Humanity is stronger than weaponization.* *So keep your money. Keep your offers. Keep your threats.*

Today, it's different. I'm loving this training. I feel very interested now in fighting —maybe it's my purpose. I love this and if love to do it for the rest of my life. And my comforter, I think it's the best for me. He's harsh but it's like that's the only way I can be trained. I'm stubborn —yes and I can't be trained leniently. I love him and I'm proud of myself. I craved to make him proud also.

Just before I got inducted into their group, I was made to undergo a series of tests. One of them had my DNA shot up with a certain virus that was guaranteed to ensure love, and passion would be impossible. ‘Love is a weakness; once you let it in, you will be eliminated.’ I remembered the robotic voice of the leader of the training group in Siberia loud and clear. At the time, it hadn't been an issue for me because I'd thought I would never fall in love, never thought there would be a woman on this earth who’d make me… feel ever again. But there she is…..my wife…..my damnation.

Love. END

“Johannes, I don’t think I need to tell you that it’s going to be impossible to do that. You don’t believe in love and we’re not an inlove couple.” “Which is why I figured we’ve got two weeks to at least act it. We can’t be indifferent to each other. We act like a normal couple, and to help, Marcell, Cash, and Saya have agreed to help us. We will be training with them.” “Training? Are you kidding me? Training to be … in love. Don’t you think that sounds crazy?” “The main training will start when the kids are in bed. We’ll be using the basement to practice.”