Novel & Cerita When The War Is Over We'll Get Married

Oh my god! “what?” Tress asked, “I just realized I’m screwed!” I said, she narrowed her eyes, not sure of what I just said. “yeah you are screwed, living at the same house after the wedding. I mean there will be a lot of…” she started saying I shot her one of my deadly glares, I blushed. “nothing ever will happen, Harris made sure of that. All of it was written in the contract” I said, she stood up “yeah, the contract won’t stop love Andy, I look and I feel love” she said, walking towards the kitchen leaving me there lost in my train of thoughts.

"Then we've really won. Not just the battle, but the war." Kieran pulled me close again, and through the mate bond, I felt his pride and love and desperate relief that I was still alive. "Come home with me," he said quietly. "Come home so we can finally complete our mating bond. So I can mark you and you can mark me, and everyone will know we belong to each other." "Yes," I said without hesitation. "Take me home, Kieran. Take me home so we can finally start our life together." Because the war was over.

He did countless crazy things with me and indulged every ridiculous whim I had. I used to worry constantly that we wouldn't make it to the end. But he always told me, "Dawn, we're definitely going to get married." Unfortunately, the Zervases would never allow their only son to marry a girl from an ordinary background. Eugene's mother approached me more than once with an enormous check, demanding that I break up with him voluntarily. Every single time, I refused. I truly believed we could fight for our future together. That was until sophomore year when Eugene was forcibly sent overseas.

Mya reached up to wipe away her tears as Adrian patted her shoulder with a smile. “However, none of that is important. You can get married when the war is over.” Mya took a sip of the beer, turned her head, and said, “No man is going to marry a barren woman. Even if he did, the marriage won’t last long.” “If no man wants to marry you, come to me and I’ll take you in,” Adrian said, “However, you still need to behave yourself for now and follow me down this path.”

“It’s your birthday but it’s also our wedding day, Relia… that’s if you still want to marry me.” It took my than a minute of silence for me to realize that he was expecting me to say something. Shocked and breathless, I chortled, “Is that even a question? Of course, I still want to marry you.” I just didn’t see it happening today. I thought we were waiting till after the war and–

“And now?” I laced my fingers through his. “Now, we live.” The war was over. And for the first time, the future was finally ours.

"We fight. Then we dance. Then we marry. In that order." He kissed my knuckles. "Then let’s give them a show they’ll never forget." And just like that, the war began.

Yet another part of me, quieter but no less insistent, just wanted it all to end. If I lost Kylie too... The thought was unbearable. "Marry me." The words were out before I could stop them, hanging in the charged air between us. Her eyes widened. "Excuse me?" "Marry me," I repeated, my voice steadier now. "I wanted to wait until this was over, to give us a fresh start. Something not tainted by this war or our families' bullshit. But it's never going to end, Kylie. There will always be another fight, another threat. I don't want to waste another day without you by my side. Marry me."

“It’s over.” Jasper looked at me, his icy blue eyes filled with something deeper. We both knew the truth. Battles could end, but peace was never certain. Still, for our children and for our family, we would keep fighting for it every single day. Syrah held onto my hands tightly, like she was afraid I would disappear. “Are you and Dad still getting married?” she suddenly asked. A soft laugh slipped from my lips, “Of course we are,” I replied, brushing hair away from her face. “Nothing is stopping that.”

No alarms. No enemies. No fear. Just family. I leaned my head against Azriel’s shoulder, watching our children breathe softly, their tiny fingers curled around ours. “We made it,” I whispered. He kissed my temple gently. “We did.” For the first time in a very long time, my heart felt completely whole. The war was over. The future was ours. And our family was finally complete. The End. *******