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🔥The War We Call Us 🔥
READING AGE 18+
anjyxoxo143
Romance
ABSTRACT
🔥The War We Call Us 🔥 1. We don't date. We declare war. And I'm losing. 2. He's not my boyfriend. He's my ceasefire. And it just expired.3. They call it a relationship. I call it mutually assured destruction. 4. First we hated. Then we kissed. Now we're counting casualties.5. POV: Your ex is also your enemy, your addiction, and the only person who understands your crazy. 6.We promised we'd stop hurting each other. We lied. Twice. 7. He's the war I keep enlisting in. Even when I come home in a body bag. 8.Love is war. And baby, we're both war criminals. THE WAR WE CALL US🥵We didn't fall in love. We invaded each other. I hated him first. He was arrogant. Ruthless. The boy who ruined my brother's life and called it business. He kissed me first. Against a wall. Like he was trying to start a fight and end one at the same time. I left him first. Changed my number. My city. My name. He found me anyway. We swore it was over. Then he showed up at my wedding. To someone else. And I let him ruin it. We don't have anniversaries. We have truces. We don't say "I love you." We say "don't shoot yet." Everyone says we're toxic. They're right. But peace never made my heart race like his hands around my throat. This isn't a love story. It's a casualty report. And I'm still signing up for the next war. Read if you like: Enemies-to-lovers who never really stop being enemies