World War Two Romance Novels & Stories

As I closed the door behind them, I heard a low, satisfied groan from Brandon. I could not stop my mind from drifting, imagining what was happening inside. Would he treat her the same way he treated me in my previous life?Kissing her all over, telling her I was his first woman, swearing he would never let me down? No, he would probably be even gentler with her. More devoted. More sincere. The thought made my fingers unconsciously dig into the doorframe, splinters biting into my nails, yet I felt nothing. They were finally together, lovers united at long last.

’ Duilio sighed. ‘I want every little horny bitch in this pack and world to know he’s ours. But we can’t just fast forward or skip ahead. This isn’t a movie or book, André. And I want us to be prepared for the reality of post-war. It won’t be sunshine and rainbows.’ He reminded me. I know this is real life and not a movie or romance book. But I want it to feel like one, at least sometimes. I want to get swept away by the mate bond and share sweet romantic as well as hot, sweaty moments with Darren.

Like clear waters, they gazed towards me, making my heart beat a little faster. She shuffled closer and as always, my traitorous heart beat faster. It wasn't until we were close, breaths brushing each other that she spoke gently as though telling a secret. “It's alright. I have enough faith for the both of us.” she said The second after that, she pressed my lips to hers and my mind went blank. Now in the present she stood tall, unruffled by the events. I nodded towards Ambrose, who understood and moved towards the car, entering it.

Adrian and I moved to a quiet village in Italy, overlooking the sea. One morning, as the sun painted the waves gold, he knelt beside me in the garden. "Marry me," he whispered. "Not for vengeance. Not for protection. Just for love." I smiled, tears warming my cheeks. "Yes." In that moment, the war was truly over. And peace, for the first time, felt real.

Like some desperate woman, she would cling to the scent of his clothes, inhaling deeply as if trying to capture a piece of his essence to keep her company. A veil of gloom had spread all across the clan. She wasn't the only one burning in the inferno of separation. All the women left behind by their mates were counting the days until the return of their male. Rosa, forgetting her own grief, comforted them. She might not be their official luna but they already considered her that. "I hate wars," Sera whined. "I miss him," Debry, a warrior's wife, admitted in a small voice. "If there was a way to avoid the war, we definitely would have but this was inevitable," Rosa responded to make them unde

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Seraphina, despite the distance, held onto the hope that their love would endure the storm and bring them back together. In the heart of the war, where werewolves and vampires clashed in a dance of destruction, the birthing sanctuary's tranquil memory seemed like a distant dream. Yet, within the chaos, the invincible threads whispered promises of a love that would withstand even the harshest trials—promises that would echo through the battlefield until the war's fury relented, and the lovers could find each other once more. _____

He would have, right? I shook my head again and concentrated on the book placed on my lap. It was one of the British, historical romance fictions set during the World War Two. I had randomly picked it up at the bookstore and somehow felt myself drawn towards it. Sappy novel with mopey dialogues and dragged out bits, it still provided me with much needed solace.

Egan put the wine glass in her hand on the table, "You are well informed." Aunt Fifth smiled Getting up, "Who am I?" She lowered her head and was silent for a while, then suddenly sighed, "Young marshal's heart has always been capricious." She had heard Egan say that Robert was already with his fiancée. The marriage contract was dissolved, and I don't know when they were together again. Speaking of which, she hadn't seen Robert for more than half a year, but she didn't miss the domestic reports on Robert's counterattack against the Japanese army. For her, the men who came out of the beacon were much more attractive than those ordinary people.

Not while women were still in danger. Not while Gloria's death still needed avenging. Cross was in prison. That was victory. But the war wasn't over. And neither was I.