War Lover Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and felt him savoring my lips like he was accounting for all the months that we've wasted. I didn't know for how long we were kissing when I got the courage to push him away. Marco is handsome as hell and as sweet as heaven. He really captured my heart and he's the only one who could light the fire inside me. I'm afraid he could consume my soul if we continue doing it. I wanted to give every part of me but I know it was not the right thing to do. We have goals to reach and we have a long way to do it. We should not get distracted by each other's desires.

At college, meeting Liam and Zain and having Wren… He was just himself. Never again. Never. After this, he was done being anything besides who he wanted to be. After today… He was done. He wasn’t going to wait until the end of break. They were done with this entire country after this day. “Oh, my wolf is coming up. You remember him from the auction, right?” Warrick sounded vaguely interested. Like whatever happened with his wolf was of no concern.

Hello Everyone. I just want to use this opportunity to say thank you for reading my books and for those of you who support it... Thank you a million more time and readers are just as special ☺️. The Mafia's Lover has come to an end but don't be too quick to Jump the boat because it's not over untill it's over. So without Further Adieu, I am proud to announce the sequel of the Mafia's Lover. THE MAFIA'S DAUGHTER.

My parents have never been the strict parent, they always understand me but they don't anymore, I'm in love with Vaxel, I don't know how, when and why the feelings started, maybe it's because he wasn't the boy who bullied me for having big glasses, for having braces, for having this stupid hair and being naive, maybe because, he never for once treated me the way boys in school treated me, maybe because he made me feel I wasn't a dork. My whole life I've been bullied in school and then I meet my prince charming who never thought of me less than a human, my prince charming who happened to be the only son of the Jericho's, my family's long time rival and enemy, yes I was stupid enough to fall i

Belva said curtly and was about to walk away but Hego held her hand, pulling her tightly. “Then whose child is it? Have you married abroad?” Hego asked with great curiosity. Belva threw Hego's hand away roughly, "None of your business. Whether I want to remarry or not, it has nothing to do with you." Hego narrowed his eyes angrily then asked again, "Could it be that you ran away from marriage five years ago because you already had a lover behind my back?" he accused unreasonably. Belva smiled sideways and faced Hego with her chin held high.

"They shouldn't just be cold statistics. It matters that someone remembers they once lived." Sam stared at the careful lines of text. And suddenly, he understood something. He had never truly loved the girl who once pined for him so madly. What he loved was this—this soul, who still held on to tenderness in the middle of a war zone. "Let me stay with you," he said, clutching my hand, his voice breaking. "In whatever way you'll have me." I gazed at him for a long moment. Then, finally, I gave a small nod. "As you wish."

That tiny smile felt like sunlight in the middle of a cold storm. I stepped forward and opened my arms. “Come here,” I whispered. He hesitated, like he was unsure. But eventually, he leaned forward and allowed me to hug him. I held him like he was still five years old. Like the world hadn’t yet taught him how to push me away. “May you live long, Liam,” I said softly against his ear. “May your heart always find peace. And may you never forget how much I love you.”

His eyes gleaming like molten lava as he stands impossibly close, hands brushing my waist, voice rasping something sinful in my ear while I’m wearing this exact set of lingerie. My mind short-circuits so violently I actually slap my own cheek. “What the hell is wrong with me?” I hiss at my reflection. Valrik is a vampire lord, makes up one-third of the Triad and is my supposed mate. Not forgetting an arrogant bastard who looks at me like he wants to devour me and throw me off a cliff. I’m not supposed to think about him in lingerie. I’m supposed to hate him, despise him, and wish him a long, painful paper-cut-filled eternity.

She had such dainty little ears, ones he'd fantasized about nibbling as he slid into her over and over again. He stifled a groan. It had been months since he'd taken a lover. He'd been so caught up in the League's silent war with Hugo Waverly that he'd not bedded a woman in ages. He had too many people he cared about who needed his protection, and satisfying his own desires had taken secondary importance to his duty. Until this moment, finding measures to keep Waverly from destroying everything he held dear had been his main concern. If only I knew what Waverly was dreaming up next

Although he’d never ventured within, he’d overheard the servants within his household speaking of it. He stood in the snow, head shaking in slight disbelief. How could such a heavenly smell be coming from such a place? Did he dare enter that place of temptation? He may have been immortal but he was certainly not immune to the…bodily pleasures a woman could provide. He was no monk. It had been many years since he had sought out physical pleasure. It had never ended well for either party involved. It was not worth the risk of loosing control and murdering the unfortunate girl that had found her way into this bed. That had happened more than he cared to admit.