Warrior Of Love の小説・ストーリー

All he asked for was just one woman who would love him unconditionally, well what woman would stay with him when even his mother didn’t love him enough to fight for him. “Jordan” Ysabelle called softly, she took hold of his arm and held on. “ You really mean a lot to me and I have never loved another the way I love you. “She opened the car door and stepped out. Jordan sped off as soon as she closed the car door. He didn’t care if they were in the middle of a goddamn jungle. She was a soldier she could find her own way home. He couldn’t dare even succumb to his desires. He could have slept with her but even he knew he would not have been able to let her go after that. She was like a fucking d

There was a platform that held dusty old papers and at the front was boldly written, READ ME. I did like the paper asked, reading it one by one. "Roman, to be honest I have never thought I was capable of loving or would ever be love," "Maybe it was because my parents died and I had trust issue with revealing my face due to the horrible incident," "But then you came, you came into my life and though we fought, we soon became something more," "Something more than a friend, an ally, a companion," "You became a shoulder that I can lean on, one I would love to be with,"

“You are my best friend, my lover, and my soulmate. I love you more than words can say, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to always be there for you, to love you unconditionally, and to always put you first. You are my everything, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. I love you always and forever, my viking.” “My warrior, my love, my life. I never thought I would find love again after my first wife passed away. But then you came into my life, and you brought me back from the darkness. You showed me that there is still joy in the world, and that love is possible even after loss.” I think this was the first time I was seeing Davis cry. A single

none you have ever faced before.' The Warlock stopped speaking when he saw the look of abject terror on the faces of the Warriors around the table, their Leader stood up and looked at his Alpha bowed his head and spoke in a trembling voice, 'You want us to fight th[s God Alpha?' Loki could scent the fear in the room, these were his best, most Elite Warriors, to become one they had faced many difficulties and it was their proudest moment when they were appointed. Pushing himself to his feet he took a deep breath,

I should’ve disagreed, but instead, I found myself studying the man in front of me… really seeing him. Not the calculated strategist, not the ruthless negotiator, but the wounded boy behind all that armor. “You know,” I murmured, “for someone who avoids love, you’re surprisingly good at creating moments that feel like it.” He looked at me…. actually stared at me… and the air shifted again. Something unspoken passed between us, something too fragile to name. He leaned forward slightly, his voice rough around the edges. “Oh, I know but I think it's because you make me feel something I swore I’d never feel again.”

The skin was warm, the pulse steady beneath his fingers. "I'm here," Ronald whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'm so sorry, Jeffrey. I'm here and I'm not leaving. I swear I'm not leaving." A nurse appeared in the doorway, alerted by Ronald's arrival. She was middle-aged, kind-faced, wearing scrubs with cartoon characters on them. She checked Jeffrey's vitals quickly, adjusted his IV with practiced efficiency, then gave Ronald a sympathetic look. "You his family?" she asked quietly. "Yes," Ronald said without hesitation. "I'm his… his lover."

She was talking about her mythology class, her voice animated as she explained that the goddess of love and the god of war were lovers from the beginning, forever tangled together in passion and struggle. At the time he’d joked that it made sense. Love is a battlefield and war is nothing without something worth fighting for. Now the meaning sits differently for him. Love and war. Aphrodite and Ares. Aurora and him. And, God help them, maybe Gianna and Romero. He isn’t used to letting sentiment twist around his business. He isn’t used to seeing one of his seconds slip toward something as fragile as affection. But if gods of war take lovers, Dominic considers, if even divine beings are shaped

I said, voice raw, teeth clenched against the terror clawing at my ribs. “Don’t let him win. Not like this.” The Warlord laughed again, bitter and bright and sharp as bone. “Oh, he’s already mine, girl.” A wet, broken cough split the words, but his grin was blood-bright in the dark. “You think you can pull him back? You think love is stronger than what’s inside him?” He spat molten blood on the ground, steam curling like smoke. “Then you’re a bigger fool than I thought.” Kael didn’t move.

"Angel, what are you insinuating? That I..." "That you are not even worth the loyalty I am giving you. Do you know how many guys that asked me for a ship evryy single day? Is it because I just want to be with you and love you because I chose to? What do you think about love again? Being a cheat? Does that sound like love in its gestures? Like, Really?"

I said, “My lover is a vampire after all. I’ve had plenty of opportunity.” “’Twas no aphrodisiac, my love. What you experienced was the art of love making… real love making,” he cooed. “Can I help it if I drive you wild?” “Oof!” I grumbled and stomped behind the screen to clean myself up as best I could.