A Separate Peace Novels & Stories

RAGE I woke up in a familiar place. My body is aching so bad. I can't even move my legs and arms. What happened to me? Where am I? The last time I remembered was when Leandro summoned me. After that, darkness envelops me. I can't remember anything after that. I move my head to see the surroundings. This is my first time to see such a place. It's so peaceful, beautiful and it's like I'm in another dimension. Is this place even real? I never knew that this place existed in real life.

The "separate‍ arrangement" settled into a dangerous rhythm. Morn‌ings‌ were a silent, shared coffee i‌n the k‌itchen, a charg‌ed truc‌e. Days wer⁠e sp⁠e‍nt in‍ their sepa⁠rate‍ spheres—hi⁠m in his empire, her in‌ her make‌shift‍ studio. Evenings w‌ere a tentative exp‌loratio‌n, sometimes sp‌ent in quiet convers‌ation, more often endin‌g in his bed, or hers, or ag‌ainst the living room win‍dow with the city spra‌wling beneath‌ them⁠.

Josephine shook her head. His eyes darkened, and he extended his slender fingers to her face. "Hand it over." Her palms were sweaty from nervousness as she gripped the book tightly. There were things she had written that should never be read by others, especially him. However, before she could think of a good excuse, Lewis leaned down, held her shoulder with one hand, and snatched the book from behind her with his other hand. Her expression immediately turned frantic, and she stood up to grab it back. However, the difference in their height was too great as he was able to block her with one hand and use the other to flip open the notebook.

The tawny young girl, kneeling on the stone church floor, carved the candles smooth. The sheared-off drops fell to her lap, trapped in the furrow of rough cloth. As her knife skimmed along the candle's edge, she hummed. And as she hummed, she talked to the odd little creatures that lived in what they called the Candlewood.

Four Weeks Later Author’s POV The school break had finally arrived. The boys had settled into Macmillan’s family beach house on a private island, where the crash of waves and the endless stretch of sand promised peace. Outside, the air was sharp and biting. A relentless wind swept across the open terrace, carrying the briny tang of the sea and the faint, wild cries of seagulls. Aiden had been standing out there for hours, and all he wanted was to escape back inside to the warmth.

Their eyes interlocked, gaze resting wistfully on each others face now far away from the excited kids with the serene atmosphere coupling their silent nature, - words unravelled nor spoken. Linda awakened , grunting surly after realizing door of mares wasn't closed yet. It was as usual - cold, serene and lonely. She shuddered, hearing her alarm beep. The earlier dream was like a flashback - a trip to Hawaii, which we once embarked on, she thought.

I answered by rolling my eyes in my mind. He must have lost his patience, finally, because he pulled the comforter and switched the light on in my room. I kept my eyes closed and groaned in annoyance at the same time I put my arm above my eyes. “Did you hear me, Merida? You’re going to school or else I will let you live in the countryside of Switzerland.”

When did he abandon our agreement and cross the line of friendship into love? I’d never ask because it doesn’t matter now. I have to put distance between us. Elliot made it clear that despite the fact that we will be mates, he has no intention on being anything other than a filler for the next nine months. But Seb is not part of that agreement, nor any other man. Finally, the castle came into view, and I breathed a sigh of relief. In a few short moments, I’d be in the comfort of my own space. As soon as the car came to a halt, I’d leaped out of the vehicle. The driver quickly grabbed our bags from the trunk before driving away. Ezra and Elliot lingered inside of the car and the longer I stoo

Meanwhile. In the tranquil, still town of Brunschière, the world was passing at a slow pace, almost as if with purpose, as though the earth itself had paused for a breath. Krishna and Ignatius had discovered tranquility a precious thing after all the upheaval they had both suffered. The horrific plague that had once threatened to engulf the town, the betrayal, the loss, the battle and years of survival of those memories seemed far away, hidden beneath the burden of a new life, one laden with hope.

My jaw clenched so hard it hurt. I felt sick to my stomach. The sight of them made my skin crawl. I swore I'd throw that bed out the moment I got home. Just the sight of it made me want to puke. After they were done, Talia curled up against Damian and spoke coyly. "Damian, what if Elise still doesn't lose the weight? Won't she be humiliated if I'm standing next to her at the wedding as her maid of honor, looking way prettier than she does?"