War Lover Novels & Stories

Her gaze instantly softened. When she spoke, her voice was soft, but every word she said seemed to stab into my heart like a knife. "Honestly, I've always felt a little guilty watching you get played for a fool by Felix and me. "Remember the last time you asked why the condoms in the drawer went missing? I told you I threw them out, when in truth, I used them with Felix." She paused before reaching down to brush against my empty pant leg. "I really love you, Shane Conway.

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I never feel this kind of raw desire for Olivia or the prostitute I was with, with them it was straight to business. Olivia and I were more like fuckbuddy, I don’t think we were ever lovers. What is the definition of lovers? I googled it “A partner in a sexual or romantic relationship outside marriage”. If this is the true meaning, then sure, we were lovers. I mean, we were sexually active. Every time we were together, we banged one another like a psychopath, but there was no romance between us.

“Can I not? I miss you, Aaron, miss our times together.” “I'm married and now on my honeymoon. I think that's clear enough for you.” “Whether you're married or not doesn't really matter to me. I'm still willing to be your lover, where you vent your passion,” Clarissa's voice became hoarse and sensual, like an invitation to make love. Aaron narrowed his eyes. His handsome face hardened, holding back anger. “I don't need a lover because I'm already married. I already have a place to vent my passion.”

I asked, and Zoris smiled, "You see, I haven't introduced; maybe it's not the time yet." The fucking love adventurers! Who did he bring to satisfy his lust? No wonder he didn't look for me first, it turns out he had a backup that might satisfy him. I left Zoris and immediately walked towards the building. I wonder who he brought. Is from Wolverse. Which werewolf attracts him or the Lycan? Tharique's ex-wife or who? I walked into the empty building. It's empty because he will make love to his heart's content and doesn't want other people to hear it.

Anyone and everyone could be a risk to you, no matter how old, how big, or how small the person was. This war was one that we needed to win, for both family and love. This was a Love In The Mafia Wars.

“Is it bad for you to spend just one night with me? You don’t have to leave every time we have sex like I’m some stripper you found on the streets.” His hand picks a loose tendril of my dark hair, tucking it behind my ear. This is the Ryat I fell in love with. The Ryat who is gentle with me and actually sees me more than an object he can use every week. “You are a stripper, Olivia. Are you forgetting that? Are you forgetting you’ve been spreading your legs for me every time I get you on this bed? See you on Tuesday, curvy. I want those legs even wider for me when I see you again.”

If he could do that to a Luna, what does he have in mind for a princess? Half an hour later, Ryker wiped his member with a tissue and zipped his pant. “She is a sweet one, keep her as one of my breeders.” Ryker said. My eyes went wide in fear, we were not safe. I knew just too well the fate of breeders, they are often molested and maltreated. I have seen the pain my father’s breeders go through and I felt pity for the young wolf. I could only watch as the guards dragged her naked body away from the room.

Mark, though eager to ask questions, exercised patience. “Liam.” “What?” Julie gasped, wiping her tears. “What about Liam?” “I’m… I’m sorry… I…” “Was it him? Did he do this to you?” “I followed him last night. He told me that… I’m sorry, Julie.” Elizah sobbed uncontrollably, unable to look at her sister as she covered her face with both hands. Mark Robertson furrowed his brows in confusion . “Who’s Liam?” Julie took a step back. “My fiancé.”

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.