War Lover Novels & Stories

"Don't say that! You're the only person I love! I was only together with Madison because our families were a good match." He gripped my hands tightly. His voice was trembling when he said, "I like being cooped up in our little apartment with you, snacking on chips while we watch a movie together. I like cooking with you. I like holding your hand while we stroll along the streets. I… "The only person I love is you." Tristan's voice was thick with tears by the time he was done speaking. However, I simply looked at him coldly while peeling his fingers away from my hands.

My stepmother just watched from the sidelines, waiting for the day I finally crashed and burned. No one had ever asked me if I was in pain. I stared into Vito's unfathomable eyes. Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out. "Vito Luca, I'll marry you." A flicker of surprise flashed through his eyes but was quickly drowned by his usual calm. "But before that, I need to ask you something." I locked my gaze on his, enunciating every word. "Do you have someone you love but can't have? Because my man can only belong to me. There can't be anyone else in his heart."

He said coaxingly as if it was going to work on me. My husband loved me more than anyone in this world ever would. If I couldn't be his, why does this idiot think I will settle down with him? I don't want love or loyalty. The only L words I want in my life are luxury and lots of money. I don't want Hunter for love. Again, it's for another L word, which is Lust. I lust after him. He has a great body with a lot of money and I won't settle down for any less.

He sighed inwards and left. It had been weeks, and Mitchel had fallen deeply in love with Jason. She had tried everything to make him realize but nothing. Other males in the pack hated Jason for it. Mitchel was their gamma. A powerful she-wolf. She was beautiful and a great warrior. Many would've done everything or have done everything to win her affection, but none succeeded. Now, this guy appears, and she falls in love with him. In return, he doesn't care. He ignores her and treats her like dirt. He didn't even place her in his eyes.

“You’re like this iced-in little flame on the outside, but on the inside, you’ve always been so hot for me it’s like an extra pulsebeat, throbbing incessantly in your blood. I only have to look at you and you’re dead meat, moro mou. I’m your sexual master… always have been… always will be.” That self-promoting statement brought her lurching into a sitting position, pushing her tangled hair back from her face. “Well, you arrogant swine!” Electa heaved out. “Do you really believe that you are the only man to ever make me feel like that?” She turned her head to look down at him through the darkness. “Oh, my God… You do, don’t you?” Electa caught the mocking glint in his eyes. “You genuinely bel

I give relationship advice online, helping the lovesick and heartbroken work through their problems. One night a young man called into my livestream. A wealthy woman had been keeping him for seven years. Now he wanted to go home and get married, but she'd threatened to kill herself if he left. I gave him the standard advice. "You want out? Go to her husband. Tell him the truth. Give everything back." Three days later a property deed arrived, along with dozens of luxury-car keys and more than a hundred designer bags. Then my phone lit up with a transfer notification. Eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The note read: "Thanks for the advice. Returning everything to its rightful own

He took his time making sure I get my pleasure. I think I cried a few times from the sheer feeling of his passion, I felt so happy and overwhelmed. Simon is an amazing lover. He makes sure I feel each and every stroke he gave me. I love how his fingers grip me, it’s like he’s trying to anchor me to him. He has such power in his body but he uses it so gently. He’s a master at controlling it too. He made sure to give me just enough, so I’ll ask for more.

arking in the distance. It was a brief and sharp sound. She smiled nervously while making fun of her own anxiety. She muttered to herself Too much mulled wine at the Harpers her voice barely audible over the roaring wind. She was aware that a woman alone at this hour was not safe in the Bowery. Stories of muggings and robberies were common in the newspapers and her father always warned her not to leave the house after dark without an escort. However Eleanors constant stubbornness was a trait her mother who passed away when she was eight years old had instilled in her with her hazel eyes and clever smile. She preferred the freedom of the streets to the confines of drawing rooms where marriage

“They do. But some werewolves have a remedy to that. They can put up a shield and make sure no one can hear them and the person they are talking to.” “So, you have that power.” With a gentle smile, he blinked. And my dear god, I fell for him. He made me believe in love at first sight. “Then I’d like to accept your help. Could you guide me to the library during the break time?” He paused, like he was trying to study me. “So, you are like the studious type?” “Not really. I am more like a silent lover.” “And library is the place of your preference.” I blinked.

She glanced over her shoulder, pushing back her head to meet Erin's gaze. "You did what?" Lola searched her sister's face for answers. "Did you both have sex?" "What?" Erin tittered, turning scarlet. "No, we just kissed, and he caressed my body before Mark arrived." "Oh," said Lola before she returned her gaze to the mirror. "Anyways, I was asking what about him. Like, what do you want to do with him, and who do you love the most?" Erin's forehead slowly housed multiple folds, and her smile faded. "Duncan, of course. He is my soul mate."