World War Two Romance Novels & Stories

“And what if we burn with it?” Jian stepped closer. “Then we burn together.” Her breath hitched. “I’m tired of burning.” “Then let’s rise,” he said, brushing a hair from her face. “Like we were meant to.” Their lips met in the storm, not with desperation but decision, kissed with passion and romance each other. Jian's hands moved all over her body. The war was no longer coming…

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Paige could not help but get teary-eyed. Meanwhile, Chris watched as Paige was moved to tears, confused as to why she was feeling that way. To him, it was just an ordinary love story, with no grandiose declarations, no trials or tribulations. It was just two ordinary people meeting and getting married. What was there to be so moved about? "Women," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. … At last, the wedding came to an end, and Paige and her group prepared to leave. Paige could not help but feel relieved. This trip to the North Cannes had been quite an emotional rollercoaster.

The last thing she would want is to run into anyone in her state of undress. Joe waited for Zoya downstairs while she went up to her room to shower and change. When she came back freshly showered and dressed in one of her comfiest pyjama sets, over tea and biscuits she narrated the story of how she kissed a stranger in the rain and how someone who saved her from drowning turned out to be the same stranger. Joe listened with rapt attention, giving all the appropriate responses and after much teasing, they called it a night. As she went through her nightly routine, she settled into her bed with thoughts of love on her mind. This must be love, the one she's read about and dreamt about all her l

Whatever she found there must have satisfied her, because she nodded and settled back against my chest. "I love you, Knox Vittorio." "I love you too, Sera Vittorio. More than anything in this world." We sat there in silence, watching the lights of Florence twinkle in the darkness, and for the first time in months, I felt at peace. The war was over. My uncle was dead. The woman I loved was in my arms, wearing my ring, carrying my name. Whatever came next, we would face it together.

“In the end. Juliet takes potion that makes it look like she’s dead, so she doesn’t have to marry someone else. Romeo believes her dead and kills himself. She wakes, finds him dead, and kills herself too.” “Fucking hell,” Reid’s eyebrows lifted. “And that’s the world’s greatest romance that everyone raves about?” Jasper laughed. The lights dimmed, and the noise around them changed pitch, everyone’s eyes focusing on the new ring that had been prepared. “Are you ready?” Someone announced over the speakers. “Yes!” The crowd called back. “I can’t hear you?” “Yes!” was screamed. Jasper laughed; the sound hidden amongst the scream. “Then let us begin!”

Rhovan and Vera had observed from afar for days, their eyes following each look, each contact that passed between Vladimir and Emereah. The two had shared so much and now, it seemed, something new was taking root between them a quiet, but undeniable love that had developed from the war's ashes.

I didn’t scream. I turned away, walked back to the bedroom, and closed the door without a sound. Only then did the tears fall—quiet, uncontrollable. Love like ours was rare in this age. In a world consumed by war, where survival mattered more than promises, when romance was treated like a luxury few could afford, he still gave me a cathedral wedding and a dress so exquisite it felt unreal. He wore his love for me openly. My photograph was always tucked against his chest, close to his heart, a symbol he never tired of showing others.

"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.