When Love Fights Back Novels & Stories

I won’t let them win. But how? How do I fight against them when they’ve already taken so much? When every move I make seems to play into their hands? I glance down at Owen’s sleeping face, the innocence there, and I know the answer. I fight for him. For his future. For the future, they tried to steal. I may be outmatched, and I may be cornered, but I still have something they will never understand—love. Love for my son, for Landen, for the pack we once were. It is the very last resort. And I will use it to the best of my capability.

she says. Her words shake me. I step forward. “Do not say that.” “It’s the truth.” “You are carrying our child.” “Yes,” she says fiercely. “Our child. Not a symbol. Not a strategy.” Her strength rises now. Clear. Bright. “You think love is weakness,” she continues. “Your mother believes it. Lucian believes it. But love is why we fight.” I stare at her. “Love made me surrender,” I say quietly. “Then let me love you back,” she replies.

I need his support and connection to get back in the game. I was star struck when I came back and found out Logan was getting married to Eve. I couldn’t believe it and I gave myself room to doubt that it wasn’t the same Eve I used to know. Until I saw her in person and I confirmed it was actually her. She hasn’t changed a bit, still has the habit of taking what belongs to other people because Logan was mine, he always has been. I realized that fighting with Eve over Logan wouldn’t work and that was why I gave her a hand of friendship even if she disgust me and I can’t stand her sight. She wouldn’t know what hit her by the time I’m done with her.

They stayed where they were and defended their opinions and egos. Zac knew for sure that he would never win against Abby. As silent as she may be, it's the most powerful weapon capable of bringing him down and beating him soundly. If Zac were determined to win this fight, the opposite would probably happen. This time, he wouldn't wait for Abby to pull out this final weapon. He stepped closer, trying to erode the distance between himself and Abigail, the woman who had captured his heart from the moment they met. "Abby... I told you that I love you. Did you forget or perhaps not believe what I said?" He took Abby's fingers and kissed them. "Abby ...."

"Get rid of it and get the hell out of my sight! I don't want that thing staining Rossi ground!" "You're crazy! It's a life!" "My life is over! Why should I care about some bastard's life?!" Watching this dog-eat-dog drama, I just felt the bitter irony. Ten minutes ago, they were star-crossed lovers, united against the world. Now? Just a pair of rabid dogs tearing each other apart for scraps. "Impressive." I clapped my hands twice, coolly. The sharp sound was jarring in the empty church. The two of them froze.

Light coming back hope returning love winning. Always.

Amelia and Soren turned their attention back to the ancient beast, its malevolent aura pulsing with renewed vigor. Their fight resumed, each strike and spell infused with their unwavering belief in the power of love and unity. The ancient beast roared in fury, its attacks growing more vicious and desperate. But Amelia and Soren held fast, their resolve unyielding. In a final, desperate move, the beast conjured an immense wave of darkness, threatening to engulf Amelia and Soren. The shadowy tendrils snaked toward them, hungering for their light. But Amelia refused to back down. She closed her eyes, channeling the power within her, and let her love for Soren guide her.

Do you think she can fight the power of love? Follow your gurl Anna💗💗

I was fighting for the woman I loved. That made the difference. “You think your love matters?” Deveruid spat. “You think it’ll save her?” “It already did,” I said—and smashed my elbow into his face. His head snapped back. Blood poured from his nose, but he kept coming. Across the field, Greg was caught in a swirling shield of wind, facing Rhea. Her hands glowed as she sent pulse after pulse of energy toward him. Greg blocked with brute force, barely, his own strength shimmering weakly in comparison.