Vocaloid Love Is War Novels & Stories

Adrik bends down towards the screen, resting his hands on the table to support himself, and reads thoroughly. Darwin became immobilised when he noticed hands beside his hands. And, with a shivering voice, he said, 'I-I don't know anything about you, I swear I - I don't know you're suffering from V-m45...' "I mean, I don't know, oh god, what am I saying?" Darwin began babbling. "Stop!!" babbling words, and now explain to me what this V-m45 is.' Adrik questioned him in a rough tone.

The ground and the sky started a war against each other, Angels and devils just grew angry, so they went to war. After years of fighting the two lovers realize what they had done, they had done exactly what the two rulers wanted them to do so to make sure it didn't happen again they killed each other thinking that it would end the curse and not let any others suffer the war ended after that and both rulers where over throne this did not mean that angels and devils didn't still hate each other it just meant that there would be no more bloodshed Little did the two lovers know, that their curse was still active and after 5,000 years the souls went into a young boy and a young girl." Elizabeth's

The man asked curiously, his Spanish accent is obvious. "I call it the love Ring. it's Unique for getting stuck in the hands of your lover. If it's true love...then it can't be taken off" Dane smiled. it was smart enough of using a love-related Tool to get to him. He was a famous Spanish designer known for his outstanding work of Couple and love products. This would certainly tickle his fancy. "Oh then... that's fascinating" Mark smiled, certainly captivated. *********** It was a total bummer to arrive at a fancy party in a cab, and Kate couldn't help but be a victim!

Not even a little. So instead, I ignore them, pop an earbud into my empty left ear, and listen to the song by The Cab. It came with a message saying I must stay safe. Sent by the one girl I had no business falling for. But did. They say before you start a war You better know what you’re fighting for Well baby, you are all that I adore If love is what you need, a soldier I will be Without my permission, a ridiculously helpless smile curves my lips as I listen to the words.

I set about the day jaunty, love bubbling from within. I had a dream about us last night, probably because he was the last thought on my mind before I fell asleep. DREAM: We were a squad of six, two men including Advik and four women counting on me together. Advik and myself had known each other for years now, right from the early ages. We held something special more than love, a highly platonic affection and adoration towards each other but never dared to confess, not even a single time.

They both really understood each other body language and sigh. “I need to go and do this. All what happened are opportunity for me not to lose you, and chance to have you back as MINE FOEVER. Therefore, I can’t take this for granted. As you said back then that I supposed to fight for our ‘love’ not to be expecting you to wait for me. That’s exactly what I’m traveling to my hometown to do. I want to go and fight for US, for OUR LOVE” He uttered in loud tone.

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

She gasped into his mouth, legs wrapping around his waist. Not to pull him closer. To lock him in. They didn’t move fast. They moved deep. And every thrust was a choice. Every moan, a confirmation. The projection above flickered one last phrase: “Love is not the absence of war. It is choosing to return to the battlefield holding hands.” Cassian cupped the back of her neck, not to guide her just to stay anchored. “You feel like a choice I wasn’t supposed to make,” he whispered into her mouth.

She was ready to steal someone else's destiny. "E v e r y t h i n g... i s... f a i r... i n... l o v e... a n d... w a r." *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

I learned from my mistakes that love is love, regardless of gender. - Either due to prejudice or stubbornness. The result is the same whether it's because you hate werewolves or don't admit your mistakes. Either lose me or kill me. If your love for me were truly genuine, none of these options would be on the table. Vlad hangs up the call, gets up, and returns to the car. The elements in the room, trying to locate the call's origin and doing their everyday work, remained silent. None of those present understood why Vlad didn't give in. He didn't conclude that his son was right. They realized that heartbreak led to war. They accepted that the war generated hatred. But may love end hate? It was