World War 2 Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Yvonne felt regretful at that moment. “Oh, these two lovebirds had even started to flirt with each other. Do you two think that we are filming a movie?” Winona laughed sardonically. “Are you two really in a paramour relationship?” Sophia looked at Yvonne and Benedict in disbelief. She had always thought that Yvonne and Benedict were working together to scam her. “What paramour relationship? We are lovers who love each other!” Benedict corrected her.

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When we reach the parking lot, I open the door and she shoots me a glare before lifting her gown and stepping in, her aura still brimming with anger. _ _ _ ~ ANASTATIA ~ A baby machine. The thought still clouds my senses. Nothing but a baby machine. Oh, joy! The purpose of marriage is clearly just about reproduction, because who needs love, respect, or mutual understanding? - everything Damien lacks - And, of course, I'm absolutely thrilled to be married to Damien, the love of my life. I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation?

They watched the sun go down, and the moon take over the skies but didn’t leave. “What book?” Camilla asked, belching. He kissed her temple before she could apologise and the words fled her mind. “A Thousand Splendid Suns. I thought it was a romance,” he replied. She laughed at his words. So did she. “You deceived me.” “I was deceived first. It’s general fiction.” “But you love him?” her husband mused with a frown. She could understand his confusion. The book talked about love, friendship, and war. Death too. It was a deviation from her usual. Left to her, she would never have read it. “How come?”

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

Maybe I should just become the cold-hearted bastard she already believed I was. My claws tore into the loam as I pushed faster, deeper, until the thunderous roar of the waterfall drowned out the screaming in my head. This place these falls was a graveyard of memories. This was where we first kissed; where we almost lost ourselves in each other before duty dragged me back to reality. My mind flickered involuntarily to the Rome pack: the vanishing females, the children disappearing into the dark of the underground. The numbers were climbing. The shadow was growing. And yet, here I was, falling to pieces over a woman who did not love me.

he murmured. We stood suspended between towers and stars, wrapped in each other, the city roaring far below, and for the first time since this began, I understood something clearly: Romance wasn’t distracting us from the war. It was making us unbreakable inside it. His chin rested lightly against my hair. My arms held him close. No more distance left to negotiate. No doubt left to manage. We hadn’t rushed the word. We had earned it.

He didn’t hesitate, reached up, held my hand to face, and pulled me into a hug, his arms wrapping around me like a shield meant to fend off the entire world. Holding me tightly that I could feel the frantic beating of his heart against my own. I didn't fight him or push him away. I just let myself be held in the dark, smelling the scent of him. As I tried to recall the memory that popped into my head, what was that about? “Ronan,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “I'm here,” I choked out, my hands finally finding hold on the stiff fabric of his uniform. We stayed like that for what felt like ages, a fragile peace forged in the middle of a war zone.

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