Make War Not Love Romane & Geschichten

he said, low enough that it felt like confession, “I didn’t choose love. I chose war. And you walked into both with your head high.” I swallowed—not from fear, but recognition. “And you,” I whispered, “didn’t crown me by blood. You crowned me by standing beside me when you could have walked ahead.” His mouth tilted. Razor and reverence. “Then let’s give them a dynasty they choke on.” So we kissed again, slower this time—not the calm before the storm, but the promise in the eye of it. Because people think love makes you weak in war. They’ve never seen what love makes you willing to destroy.

And in a war like this, love was the easiest thing to kill. End of Chapter 16

And then we ran. Not away from the truth. But toward it. Because love isn’t soft—it’s armor. And we were going to war.

" 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 ? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 ? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓 ? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 🤭

“Love doesn’t make you want to destroy someone, hate does. And do you know the worst type of hate? The one that goes as deep as the love you have for them.” “Sadly, I cannot relate to what you mean. I never loved anyone to the point of hating them. Everyone is the same, when it comes to my emotion board. They are the same with this stir stick.” She waved it in the air for a few seconds and then tossed her stir stick into the trash before she walked out, her heels clicking like perfect punctuation marks on a comprehension passage. The wheels were turning and the war had officially begun. They just needed to wait for them to come back so the full drama can rollout.

"Well, the cat is out of the bag now, so there's no reason for me to keep the brat. And you had better leave my house the next time I see you!" Stan burst into tears right then. "Don't you see?! Oliver doesn't love you anymore! That's why he did this! Only I truly love you now—I don't care about anything else, I just want to be with you! Are you seriously choosing him after he thoroughly humiliated you?!" "Shut up! You don't get to talk to me like that!" Claire shrieked, cutting him short. "There's no reason for us to see each other anymore. I'll find Oliver and bring him home!"

and slips out. The room shrinks around the silence. I press a hand over my stomach, needing to feel something solid, something mine. He whispers, “You’re leaving.” “I need space.” “You said you loved me.” “I still do,” I breathe. “That’s the problem.” His expression breaks, slowly, painfully. “If I lose you.....” “You’ll survive.” He laughs once, rough. “No. I won’t.” “Yes, you will,” I say firmly. “Because this.....” I gesture to the wrecked room, the blood, the fear. “This isn’t love anymore. It’s war.”

Thoughts running through the minds of every wolf seated in the hall. “I’m not rejecting you,” I continued, my voice steady. “Being with you both has been an amazing journey. I got to learn the true definition of love and how to differentiate it from lust, I got to see the truth in me that I wasn't just born to be there. You both showed me what love truly is. But with both of you fighting against me, it isn't just love anymore, it is war, evil. It began to eat right into both of you, causing chaos. Tearing two brothers apart, I can't handle such. I can't be the one to make you both fight against each other again. The first war was enough, we can't go through with another one.”

" I loved you... without hesitation. Even when everyone asked me; if I was sure about you ? I said yes and I stood up and faught for you , for us. Why did you want to marry me in the first place ?" " You felt like a high I wanted to stay on... it wasn't until I talked to Daniel that I stopped. " " Are you in love with someone else Michelangelo?" " Yes ." " Who?" ©#KCMmuoe