Make War Not Love Romane & Geschichten

Hated the strange warmth it created. Hated him. Most of all, she hated herself for noticing anything at all. "I got lost." "Inside my private study?" His eyes narrowed. For a moment they simply stared at each other. A challenge. A battle. Neither willing to blink first. The storm crashed against the windows. Lightning flashed. The room brightened. And suddenly Adrian moved. One step towards her. That's all. Yet the distance between them vanished instantly. Celine's pulse jumped. He was too close.

Val promised quietly, his voice thick with his own tears. "I could always renounce and live as a hermit in between the Valkyrie wood and your kingdom." Thane offered quietly as Val chuckled softly; both men knew that plan wouldn't bode well. Dorian would still find Thane's actions treasonous and only use it as an excuse to begin a war between both kingdoms. Thane slowly moved from Valerian's arms, fresh tears falling down his face as he purposely put space between them. The only contact now, their hands as they held on still.

“If we can’t break them apart… we break everything around them.” And she hung up. War, after all— Wasn’t won by love. It was won by who was willing to destroy more.

she took a long sip " By the way, how's my sister? You said she was love stroked and now I'm a psychiatric hospital" Lucy sighed helplessly, looking at her nails " it's been a month and a half since all these happened….. And I don't think she's getting any better." she looked up at Kate who was still busy drinking from her teacup. " And although she seems pretty much normal, and also talks normally, she's not okay. She always gets over-emotional and breaks stuff when the topic of love is brought up. And sometimes breaks down. It's like a love trauma." She looked around as if she was looking for something and then continued.

Rose and Heather were crying and Mama, Henni, and Alice were all questioning Papa furiously at the same time. Seline did not know what had happened but what ever it was it had to be serious. Seline stepped to the side of the raucous and grabbed Rose’s forearm, “What is it Rosie? Why is everyone so upset?” Rose lifted her face with tears cascading down it and said “WAR! They have gone to war and they conscripted all the men under 35 this morning. They are all to meet at the town square this evening to head to camp.” Seline felt her legs start to give way and sat herself on the bench next to her. All the men under 35 would be just about every man in the entire county. When they have gone off t

The frustration and desperation in his voice as he looks away is so raw and I crawl over to sit in his lap and take his face in my hands and force him to look at me. “I love you too,” I say and see sadness in his eyes as a tear escapes down his cheek. “How can you say that after everything I’ve just told you?” “Because it’s true. Because even though we have literally everything against us, I still want to try. I want to fight. Because this is worth fighting for; you’re worth fighting for.” “No, I’m not, Violet! I can’t give you a happy ending. It’s just not in the cards for me. My life is too messy. You’re already too involved. I’m not good for you. I don’t deserve your love.”

There is no stopping that war. ******************************************

War. War is something dreadful. Lethal. Brutal. War takes from people their loved ones, it may destroy the whole world. War has many consequences and I wish I can pull away everyone I love from this cruel battle. I wish I can lock them away in a safe place and never let them out until it's all over, but I can't do that. My fiancé, my everything, the man I love the most is doing whatever it takes him to ensure my safety... If only he knows that all I care about is him now.

"They shouldn't just be cold statistics. It matters that someone remembers they once lived." Sam stared at the careful lines of text. And suddenly, he understood something. He had never truly loved the girl who once pined for him so madly. What he loved was this—this soul, who still held on to tenderness in the middle of a war zone. "Let me stay with you," he said, clutching my hand, his voice breaking. "In whatever way you'll have me." I gazed at him for a long moment. Then, finally, I gave a small nod. "As you wish."