Romans & histoires Make War Not Love

“So that’s what won you over?” He chuckled nervously. I tapped him lightly on the arm. “Well,” I said, eyes narrowing just a little. “You finally got some.” He looked up sharply. “I don’t understand… why aren’t you upset?” “Why should I be?” I shrugged. “I never loved him. And he’s gay. It was never going to work. So there’s no point getting emotional about a lie.” Jeffrey blinked at me, confused but slowly understanding. I paused, my gaze drifting to the sky for a moment. There was so much I could say and so much I couldn’t.

Finally: “This will divide more than you realize.” “It already has.” He ended the call. I watched him carefully. “You okay?” He nodded once. “He won’t bless it.” “I don’t need him to.” He stepped closer. “Neither do I.” Outside, the blogs were still circulating. The speculation still spinning. But something had shifted. They wanted to test the foundation. Instead— They triggered the cement. And for the first time since this began— The war wasn’t about proving love. It was about protecting it. And now?

Unaware of what just happened. For now. War is no longer theoretical; it is certain, and it happened in the name of love.

I_" It has been decided,' he strangled. 'I do not love him.' 'Love is weakness in times of war. We need all the hatred we can get to win this war.' 'You can't marry me off to him, father. if you ever loved mother before you were betrothed to her, why can't I have the same privilege?' 'I was a man of war. I never gave two hoots about the word, let alone the feeling.' he had been blunt. 'But as we got to know each other, she taught me what love was, and I forever will be grateful to her.' 'I want to be wed to the man I fall in love with. Not the man you choose for me. Can't you see that?' I yelled in tears.

And I knew, with terrifying clarity, that this was no longer a story of love lost. It was the beginning of a war.

War started now. ***

I clung to him like he was the solid thing left in the world. The bad thing inside me whispered that I would destroy everything I loved. But Damons arms around me his voice in my ear his love pouring through our connection. They were louder. For now. The war was coming. The bad thing, inside me was still fighting. So were we.

she was finally a happy mother with two hard-working sons and that was her greatest joy. Their wedding reception was also huge and lots of charity was giving up to children in the Streets ,especially those that came from Samantha's area. Harry was called upon to make a speech ,he spoken on the love he hated which was actually the best and genuine love ever. He had hated his mother not knowing the actual news behind the news, but now he knew better. He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart.