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

I replied coldly. I turned back to the group. “And make sure he hears this. Let it echo into his soul: “You will never see me coming until your walls are crumbling.’’” There were no objections, they knew what I meant. This wasn’t just war anymore. It was personal. “Away from Lorenzo’s palaver…” I said, rolling my neck as if shrugging off the tension of war. “There’s a wedding tomorrow.” The silence that followed was deafening. Bukky blinked. “Sorry—what?”

"Then i guess this really is a new world" Jessica leaned in, her forehead resting against his. "No", she said softly. "It's our world". The sound of laugher and hammers echoed in the distance, blending with with whispers of the wind. Hope had found it's home again. And as they sat there survivors, lovers, builders of tomorrow the light touched their faces, bright and forgiving. The war was over. The pain was fading. But love their love had only just begun to bloom.

"awkward right? But we are going to be their special person, right? So I think we should be nice to each other. After all, it's their wedding." I smiled. "True. So peace and no war?" I've lost count of how many times we promised to be civil with each other. "Yeah. Till the wedding day, I guess?" he gave a loop-sided smile. "so... Will you show me the place now?"

We continued for hours of pure pleasure and in our bliss of love; everything in the world was going wrong and with a war brewing, the best feeling is knowing I could rely on my handsome, loving mate. Laying in bed wrapped up in his arms; we started planning our future together and nothing could go wrong, just then my phone rang, Olivia had come to see Ciana; the war was about to begin.

She turned around in my arms, tracing the marks she left on my neck with the tips of her slender fingers. It was a wild night. I enjoyed every second of it. I didn't get the fill of her yet. It is not enough. No matter how much time I spend inside her, worshipping her body, it is not enough. "We will get married when this war is over and when Colton dies." I was taken aback by her words. "It can take months, Hana." "Exactly. It can take months. And I want to give you something for you to look forward to. And that's our wedding. On our wedding night, you will get to own me and claim me completely."

“So strong… so beautiful carrying my child… going to marry you all over again… fuck, I love you.” I came apart quietly, trembling, my fingers tangled in his dark hair. Afterward, he held me close, both of us breathing hard in the aftermath of emotional and physical release. “I’ll support the engagement,” he murmured against my hair. “With conditions. Heavy security. Premarital counseling. And they wait until this war is over to actually marry. But I’ll support them.” Tears of relief and happiness slipped down my cheeks. “Thank you.” --- That night, as we slept tangled together, the television in the background—left on for news monitoring—suddenly blared with breaking coverage.

They drink to that. And for the first time in months, I feel it. Peace. Real peace. The war is over. We won. Together.

If we’d just told the truth from the beginning and--- “When this war is over,” I continued, turning towards him with eyes misty from unshed tears. “Promise me there will be no more pretending between us? Ever! No more secrets and no more lies! I want everything between us to be out in the open. Always!” I swallowed past the lump in my throat, feeling scared and needing reassurance. To be told that the future ahead was brighter and better than the past. That despite the war standing in our way, we would be good...

he says softly, “this war isn’t over.” *************

“I would be honored for you to marry my daughter.” And now, here I was; standing next to the bonfire with Nina in my arms, with all of our friends dancing happily nearby, and my mother’s engagement ring in my pocket. The war was over, and although we had lost a lot along the way, we had also learned a lot about ourselves and about each other. There was beauty in that.