War Heart Novels & Stories

They were a team, a new kind of a war. The final act of their story had begun, and the choice was theirs to make. The global cartel, a new, more dangerous enemy, was a force of nature, a new kind of power, a new kind of a threat. They were a force of nature, a new kind of a war. A war for the heart, a war for the soul, a war for a love so profound it was terrifying.

At the military base, a chaos erupted. It wasn't the signal that am unexpected war has come, it was a signal that the god of War had returned. In the recently concluded war that happened, ninety percent of the soldiers returned while ten percent died on battle field. Out of the ninety percent of soldiers that returned, about eighty percent were injured and that was why the country sent for Easter Ocean City medical unit to come to their aid. But the country had been living in fear cause the most important person in the military is no where to be found: The god Of War.

"Do you have any idea how serious this flood disaster is? That two-story house of yours was bound to be submerged! Your mother-in-law is dead!" On the other end, Nathan murmured that he was thirsty. Tricia's voice softened with immediate concern. "Nathan is thirsty. I need to get him some water. Stop calling to bother me!" I had always known how much she cared about Nathan. But even so, at this moment, my heart felt unbearably cold. This was the woman I had loved with all my sincerity for more than a decade… The machines suddenly shrieked with piercing alarms. In an instant, the doctors rushed forward. "The patient's heart rate is plummeting—prepare emergency resuscitation immediately!"

I am carried by the music until my feet can barely carry me. I am laughing and dancing with no care in the world. It's like I am not the same person who was close to losing their mind over a shadow that was following them. We have drunk ourselves to stupor and we can barely walk.All we can do is laugh and so we call it a night. We retire and go our separate ways.

"Do you really think you can fabricate footage with AI and make everyone believe you, Richard?" I gave a short, derisive laugh. "Oh, please. Why would I need to? Ever since Belgard earned its status as a Class A wine estate, the IVWA has installed microcameras throughout the building. Their equipment is state of the art. It records both video and audio in exceptionally high quality. "Only I have the authority to retrieve the footage. No one could have doctored it. We will know very soon what is real and what is not." The footage appeared on the screen within minutes. As expected, it cleared me completely. I had not used suggestive language with the employee, nor had anything sexual occurred