War Is Love Novels & Stories

Opposite of Chris, who looked negligible hurt as earlier when he asked if I am his cousin's wife or not. "Serve the food," Andrew ordered, slowly we all dug into our plates. "So..." Chris began, chewing his steak, "Elina is the love you were talking about, Andrew?" He nodded happily. "Yes, I am very lucky to have her and she loves me too." I parted my lips to deny it when Andrew indicated me to stop by squeezing my thighs under the table, "No Elina?" "Ye-yeah, I love him." I shutter a bit which did not notice by anyone.

Happy. "No more suicide missions for a while okay? I'm—I'm tired. Really tired. Want to just—be normal. For a bit. Just—live. With you. With everyone. Normal. Please." "Deal. Normal. Starting now. No more wars. No more battles. No more impossible missions. Just—life. Our life. Together. However that looks. However simple or complicated. Together. Always together." Aria closed her eyes. Felt the bond. Felt him. Felt—love. Real love. Earned love. Fought-for love.

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

--- A Love Unbreakable They had faced countless trials, each one designed to tear them apart. They had fought against the world, against their enemies, against the very forces that sought to destroy them. But through it all, their bond had only grown stronger. It wasn’t a love built on tenderness or gentle promises. It was a love forged in conflict, in obsession, in pain—and it was unshakable. Now, in the final moments of their journey, as they stood at the apex of their power, they shared a quiet understanding between them. The war was over. The blood had been spilled. The empire was theirs, and no one could take it from them.

It was like a sports competition between two teams. "The feud is over," Lila said, tilting her head. Her father had told her that they must make it believable that the feud had ended because that was the only way that they could get Skyline to acknowledge their efforts. "And that is the reason we are getting married," she added with a smile on her face. She knew the situation was not convincing, but that was the best she could help herself with. "We are marrying for love; who says enemies cannot love each other?" Levi chimed in an exclaim that was not necessary.

he said, low enough that it felt like confession, “I didn’t choose love. I chose war. And you walked into both with your head high.” I swallowed—not from fear, but recognition. “And you,” I whispered, “didn’t crown me by blood. You crowned me by standing beside me when you could have walked ahead.” His mouth tilted. Razor and reverence. “Then let’s give them a dynasty they choke on.” So we kissed again, slower this time—not the calm before the storm, but the promise in the eye of it. Because people think love makes you weak in war. They’ve never seen what love makes you willing to destroy.

“I'd rather be hated by you in the light than loved by a lie in the dark.” I reached out, touching his cheeks as he leaned into it. “If the war is what it takes to keep you breathing, then I'll be the last man standing.” Ronan stared at me for a long time, his fingers tightening on the window ledge. As he grasped my arm. “Then I hope you're ready, Kieran.” He murmured, his eyes searching mine. “Because I have a feeling we have a long way to go.” My brows furrowed but before he could answer me, my comms rang out.

“Do not lie to me or try to trick me. I hate lies and detest liars.” “Yes, alpha. I will serve you till my last breath. I will use my bravery and spy on your enemies. I will be your ears and eyes in their packs, bringing every little detail about them to your foot. I would be your most powerful and dangerous weapon, a weapon that is hidden in plain sight.” I said. “I like your way with words. You seem like a wise and determined wolf, you please me,” Fenrir said. “ but words are like the wind, they go and come. I will need you to prove your worth to me, and prove your loyalty to me.”

And then he left. He didn’t marry Trisha. He didn’t bend to the pact between Ridge and North Creek. He chose Trixie. And the war came for them all. Trisha hadn’t died but something between them had. Her sister still walked the halls, her footsteps sharp and efficient, her smiles thinner than they used to be. They didn’t speak much now. Not about Ryker. Not about the war. Certainly not about how Trixie had been the one he loved. The Rift War, the elders called it sparked not by bloodlust or greed, but by love unaligned with politics.

Even when I hated you, I watched everything. They say love is the antidote to war. I used to believe that. Until you. You taught me something else: that love is just another kind of war, fought in the quiet moments, in glances, in wounds that never make the skin bleed. And we bled in ways no doctors could treat.