War Is Love Romane & Geschichten

Their lips were just a few centimeters away from kissing each other. “I love you too”. Simon said, reconnecting their lips and relieving the moment of magic when they kiss each other. The two lovebirds can't let go of each other's arms, their love is blossoming more and more they'd imagine. They stood still holding each other waist and deep staring at both eyes. Jasper knew convincing his parents to accept Simon is another war upfront, and he'll cross the feared bridge when he reached there. Losing his inheritance isn't what that matters to him mostly anymore. ****

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

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 the words that I’d buried, that I’d promised never to say came out before I could stop them. “I love you.” Her breath caught. She definitely wasn’t expecting that. My gaze softened just slightly, “I love you…Do you understand, Elara? I love you. I don’t love you the way good men do. There’s absolutely nothing gentle about what I feel for you. You’re the only thing that’s ever made me hesitate… the only reason I’ve ever stayed my hand. Fuck! You’re the only reason I’d start and stop a war just because you asked it.” Her eyes showed a little fear, “Does that terrify you, little wolf?”

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.

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.

As the doors closed, the last image I had was Maia sobbing against Warren’s marble chest while he, over the top of her head, kept his eyes locked onto mine. That look didn’t belong to a man who had given up. It was the look of someone who had just declared that the personal war was only beginning—all in the name of love.

"No matter how I treated you before, you always forgave me. Why can't you forgive me this time?" Her last words turned into a desperate scream. This time, Carter didn't reply. When he finally spoke again, his calm gaze carried a faint sadness. "Because I've realized that I might have loved the wrong person for the past eight years." He had fallen in love with the Misty of eight years ago—not the Misty who had become unrecognizable after marriage as she grieved the loss of Zach. His words were like a dagger, cutting straight to the heart. He had ruthlessly brushed off their past eight years together.

That is a declaration of war. *****************************************

It was quiet between us as he spoke, breaking my train of thought. "Tell me what you want?" He said staring deep in my green eyes. Ì took a deep as I gather my thoughts. "Love is a war, and I need a soldier." I licked my lips before continuing. I kept my gaze firmly planted on his to let him know I was serious as I say these words. "I need someone who will go to end and back with me. Someone who won't fold under the pressure. Someone who won't quit when it gets a little tough. That's when I know I've found something special. Something real. Something worth keeping. Anybody can love anybody when things are good. Real love stands the test of time, the test of faith, the test of loyalty. There