Crazy_Otaku123

During the war on a battle field and another war about women getting equal rights in the strange town in England there appears to be someone willing to love the stubborn business woman and the courageous soldier. For some of these people might end in sorrow and to others it might end perfectly. This sorry takes place in the year 1876 in London. There is not only action and a hell lot of girl power in this story but as well a big sense of love. Read to find out more if this have peaked your interest

The Love That Comes With War

Lillia woke up to her comrades looking at her. All with puzzled expressions. The woman was confused as to why they stared at her like that until she saw that she was clutching Cassidy closely towards her.


Surprised by this she screamed and moved away from the female. How the hell did that happen?! She didn't remember holding the girl last night.


The loud screeching awoke the other woman as she now sat up as well  very confused.


"Well aren't you two cute being besties and all." Spencer, Lillia's close friend as well partner in war, mocked smirking as he did so.


"oh dear friend we are more than "besties" the woman said as she swung her arm over Cassidy, grinning. Of course she would take the chance to mess with the other woman.


"oh and what does that mean Lil?" the mascular man asked amused by the situation.


"I'm her.... Lover" Lillia said obviously this was a lie but the expression on the woman's face as she spoke those words was absolutely priceless to her.


"uh N-no she's lying!" she yelled hoping that the others would believe her but they all just nodded grinning before walking off.


"How could you say something like that?!" the woman asked glaring at Lillia. Chuckling at her reaction she stood up no longer sitting on the bed. Other's anger never seems to faze this woman.


Upon hearing Lillia laugh at her only seemed to anger the other woman even more. Now having stomped out of the tent a scowl present on her face.


Meanwhile back in the land of hetero.... 


Groaning Violet walked down the stairs. Her arms stinged quite a bit but it was her face that was wounded  the most. A bruised left cheek, two blue eyes and a scratch over her right eyebrow. It hurt like hell. 


She wanted to do her work and forget about the pain but some twat just had to arrive on her doorstep today. "What is it?" she sneered as she opened the door.


"Well hello there Mrs. Bekom." a strange man greeted. He was carrying a suitcase and dressed in a proper manor. He seemed quite serious too.


"Sir why are you here? I am certain we have never met before." the girl asked a puzzled expression plastered on her face.


"Well Mr. Cage sent me to tend to your wounds." he simply stated. Cage. Violet knew that name. This... This was the doing of Luca!


Lovers?!