Make War Not Love 소설 & 이야기

“What a pathetic Alpha, you are scared of him? He is a man like you.” I felt a sting on my left cheek. My lips curled up into a sneer. “So much anger, so much power. I have a question for you Ryker. Why waste it hitting a woman? Why don’t you declare war on him? If you are man enough fight him and put an end to your people’s suffering. Or are you scared?” “Scared?” Ryker asked, his tone filled with sarcasm. “If I was scared, I would not have walked into your father’s territory and snatched you right under his nose.”

He once went through anger management class but never really passed. Sami had been in love with Zoya ever since he set his eyes on her years ago. He was in high school when she transferred into his school. He would secretly watch her every lunch break as she laughed care-freely with her friends. Whenever he saw her with a guy who wasn't him, he always went bonkers, he would go behind Zoya's back and threaten whoever the boy was.

This was my home for a long time, but I have nothing left here, no friends, no family, Everything swept away within the space of a couple Months. Let me start from the beginning. It is 2027 mid June. Our world has gone into crisis. Wars have been breaking out everywhere. Homes have been bombed, peoples lives lost. History, art, architecture, Everything that has been preserved and kept now lost in a cloud of smoke. This is World War III.

“Look, you need to be strong. Can’t you see what they're doing to you?” Sonia blinked. “What do you mean?” Austin chuckled. “Isn’t it obvious that Frank and Rose don’t love you.” Sonia shook her head in disbelief. “They don’t love you. That’s the reason your marriage is falling apart. If they both loved you, where are they now?” “No, they’ve been here all day, with me. The doctor said they went out briefly to get my medications.” Austin bent closer to her, his tone bitter. “Look, Frank doesn’t love you. He’s probably sneaking around with Rose, looking for a way to discard you. They’re probably fucking behind your back.”

So were we going to have our next war. But for now, in this fleeting moment of dawn, we held on to each other like nothing else existed, our thudding hearts pounding as one—a promise that no matter where shadows took us, our love would be our light.

That she underestimated her feelings for Andrew? No. Eyes on the prize, Liv. She reminded herself. This pretend marriage is all about her revenge for her mother, and nothing more. Iyon ang dahilan kung bakit sa umpisa ay nakigsabwatan siya kay Andrew. It's because of her great hatred for her mother. Her personal feelings should not be involved. Naka-stipulate sa kontrata nila na walang personal feelings ang pwedeng ma-involve habang nasa "contract" marriage sila ni Andrew.

He caught me before I fell, his grip tightening like steel. “They are forcing my hand,” he continued. “They want an exchange.” “For what?” I asked, dread clawing up my throat. He looked at me then. Really looked at me. “For you,” he said. The door exploded inward. Wood splintered. Men poured in. Valerio fired. The world shattered into noise and chaos and screams. And as everything burned around us, one terrible truth became clear in my mind. This was never just about love. This was war.

The battling, the surviving, the refusing to be knocked out. "I love you," I said. "I love you too." She pulled back. “Now we are going to war again. And let's make sure we win.”

The way when he looked into my eyes, I wished he would just kiss me. While Justen trusted and wanted the bond, I was standoffish. It scared me a little, it was so easy to get lost in the bond. We were heading into a war, was it wise for me to give in? Was going into a war with something so valuable to me smart? I adored him now, already after giving in to nothing. Imagine after. As much as I wanted a happy life and to do what would make me happy. I couldn’t do that; I had a responsibility to do the right thing for everyone. Is there a place for love in war? He had the ability to be my strength and my weakness. Only we could choose what path to take. I did owe him a chance at least, but it wa

She gasped into his mouth, legs wrapping around his waist. Not to pull him closer. To lock him in. They didn’t move fast. They moved deep. And every thrust was a choice. Every moan, a confirmation. The projection above flickered one last phrase: “Love is not the absence of war. It is choosing to return to the battlefield holding hands.” Cassian cupped the back of her neck, not to guide her just to stay anchored. “You feel like a choice I wasn’t supposed to make,” he whispered into her mouth.