War Of Art Novels & Stories

he said, not pulling his eyes off her body. She could feel his eyes on her and she didn't want to mention it so they wouldn't both feel conscious about it. She was sure he would take his eyes off her soon so they kept on walking through the room, checking each work and deciding to judge it through their eyes. Lila had to admit that Levi knew a little more about art than she did, and she took it as a challenge. She immediately thought of how her mother made her see everything in life as a challenge and tackle it at once. She knew it should not bother her that Levi was better at art than her but she wanted to be on top.

Though reluctant, they knew we need to paint a big pictures, personal feelings need to be set aside at the time like this. “...Still, I am sure that when the war started…then the demons will started to flung out right?…then, won’t that reflected badly on Alemia and our nation image?..I mean, we are literally up against an underworld being that comes out of nowhere and it comes from our backyard…”. (Rafaela) “...That is true…no matter how hard we wanted to hide this fact…when the wars broke out…for certain that people will started to talk and the words will spread…at that time whether we want it or not…we will get our image smashed…”. (Elijah)

"She doesn’t love you anymore. And she never will again. Now leave. Before I make you leave." I heard Julian’s footsteps walk away. Whitman turned and saw me standing there. Whitman walked over to me, his face softening. "Are you alright?" "I’m fine," I said. "Thank you." "He won’t bother you again," Whitman said. "I made sure of that." I nodded. We stood there in silence for a moment, looking at the lake. "There’s something else I should tell you," Whitman said finally. "Father has been investigating Julian for years. He’s been using his military connections to smuggle arms overseas. The FBI is going to arrest him tomorrow. He’ll be in prison for a very long time."

“I’ll be back in thirty minutes. I’m going to shower, then get my schedule and some books. Maybe we can look through them and see what's in store for us. Yorick and I spend the afternoon going through our schedule. “I’ve never considered war an art,” I say, looking at the class titles Art of War. “Many do though,” Yorick says, flipping through his book. “There are lots of books on it.” I'm sitting on the small couch in my room. He'd pulled up a chair, pulling my legs over his lap. As we’ve talked and gone through our course schedule, his fingers had been gently running up and down my legs, periodically rubbing my feet as we talk. At some point, he’d extended his legs to the couch and I start

"Alright, you say we don't have much time to talk, but why am I here?" "I need to warn you of a war, and I need you to let your family know because they will be dragged into this war." "What war?" "The war between the god Ashton and the humans." "Why would that involve my family?" "Ashton will ask other gods to aid him in this war." "Why does he even want this war?" "You can say he has a hate for them." "Why does he hate them?" "Humans kill what they don't understand and are different than them." I guess that can be true, and that's why us werewolves keep our self a secret from the humans.

– I blurted out with an air of skepticism, almost spitting out the coffee I had just sipped in my mouth. - Relax… we are not going to burn down the lab or anything. Since your project also depends on him now, well, we need to guarantee he's kept alive. - She winked. - Right? - You have to outsmart him. War tactics also include playing the role of the silent, peaceful, lovely enemy, who is always ready for any attack. Preparation is everything, darling. It's half the war won. - Okay? - I must confess that there were times when Susie surprised me, or scared me. And that was one of them, and I just could not decide which was it this time. It could easily be both.

I was going to carefully consider my options and make the best decision for my company. I sat back in my chair, staring out the window at the bustling city below. Life hadn't been fair for me, but I had made the most of what I had been given. My passion for art and painting made me start up my company, a place for artists to thrive and make a living. The Art Republic was what I named it. And now, it seemed like my hard work was paying off. It may seem strange for someone like me, a capo, to have a passion for something as delicate and peaceful as art, but for me, it was a way to escape the harsh reality of my life.

“But if I had to, I’d go to war a thousand times over. Because every battle, every struggle, every challenge I faced was just a step toward this victory—toward you.” Her lips curved into a smile, and as she whispered, “I love you,” the room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us bound by a love that had defied every obstacle. In that moment, I knew: Mates at War was never about defeating each other. It was about finding the strength to fight for each other. And in the end, we won the greatest battle of all—a battle of hearts. The end.

And in that silence I looked at Austin, seated beside me at the war council table for the first time, and I thought, "five packs just declared war on one Omega who they are terrified of." They should be.

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***