Why Does Love Always Feel Like A Battlefield Novels & Stories

The gods would not have chosen her if she was not perfectly capable of succeeding. Elle and I grabbed a quick shower, without shower sex, because we were impatient to get in and out. We needed to see our boys and make sure that they were okay. There had been a chance, whether large or small, that we would not have made it back. The fear that we had felt from that small part would remain until we saw them. We were quiet as we walked outside, both stuck in our own thoughts. I used to love the battlefield. Not because I enjoyed the aftermath of it but because of adrenaline and thrill that shot through you as you faced your enemies. It was in the Alpha’s blood to protect and defend. The tension

And at the same time, I know that the more time I spend with her, the more dangerous it becomes for both of us. Fuck, I wish there were fights tonight. I decide to just go to the gym on campus instead and try to burn off this energy. I run on the treadmill and then lift weights and then punch the shit out of the punching bags. None of it helps. It’s not the same as the rush from fighting another person. There’s no danger. It’s missing the adrenaline that comes from knowing you hold the other person’s fate in your grasp. Maybe that makes me sounds like a psycho but it's truly the only time I feel anything.

"Dear Jenna From the first moment we met, I knew there was something different about you. Maybe you were the first person to treat me kindly. But, no. It was more than that. There was an aura about you that I could never quite get around. A wave of self-sufficiency, a wall of independence that no one would ever break down. It haunts me to this day. I could never compete with that, I'm a big enough person to admit it. I require a certain amount of dependence on people, I always have. Maybe that's one reason, of all the many I'd been collecting in my head, the reasons why our relationship could never play out for a lifetime. I couldn't have been happier with you. Our bond with each other was s

“If I don’t leave this marriage, I can’t have anything to do with Alex because that is cheating and this is beyond my power not what I can decided by myself” “The two brothers are enemies; Ryan has threatened me with my life if he knows that there is something between me and Alex. While Alex too said that he can never leave me for his Brother and can’t stop loving me” “I love Alex and don’t want to lose him; see I am in a big LOVE BATTLE right now” she cut the call and dropped the phone beside her with sadness showed all over her.

The forbidden closeness had become a battlefield. And whatever happened next, nothing would ever be the same.

I never imagined love could feel like a battlefield where silence was the victory. Yet with Saint, every quiet night, every ordinary morning, every walk through the market without blood was a win. There were times I caught myself studying him as if I might miss something. The way his hand twitched when strangers stared too long. The way his jaw tightened when he heard his name whispered. The way his eyes burned when men tested him with laughter that was too sharp. He was still fighting inside, every single day. But he was fighting for me. For us.

Warriors howled. The ground trembled. As we turned toward the battlefield, I felt grief and pride twist together inside me until I could no longer tell them apart. This was what it meant to lead. This was what it meant to love. And whatever waited beyond the trees— We would meet it standing. ---

Where are we going? He paused, then grinned. Somewhere I’ve never taken anyone before. And just like that, she felt it again. That flicker of hope. The one that refused to die, no matter how many times the storm came. Because maybe love didn’t erase the war. But sometimes, it made the battlefield worth crossing.

I mouthed across the field to her and tears welled up in our eyes as I backed away, back to Carla Winehouse. “I love you so so much,” I whispered again, choking back the bitter feeling that spread in my chest as I watched the nursemaids surround our Luna in my brother’s arms as he jogged to the Luna’s birthing quarters. “Goddess help me,” I heaved the echo of my heartbeat in my chest dulling as the noise of our soldiers killing off the remaining beasts filled the night’s air. The war was over, but why did I feel now, that the battle had only just started?

I press a hand there, as if I can keep them from sinking deeper. “If he loves me,” I say, “why does it always feel like I’m on a leash?” “Because he doesn’t know how to love without holding on too tight,” she says simply. “Doesn’t mean he’s indifferent. Just means he’s damaged.” “So am I,” I mutter. “Exactly,” she says. “Two damaged people trying to build something on a battlefield. Shockingly, it’s not going smoothly.” I let out a sound that’s half laugh, half sob.