I Choose Peace Novels & Stories

She is choosing "I am," she replies. But it is not about Grayson or Sage. It is about peace, and she was choosing herself and peace regardless of whatever is yet to happen.

My brain says that but my heart denies and it's telling me that he truly regrets it. I don't know whether he is acting or truly regrets but I know he is my peace. He was, he is and only he'll be. Whenever I'm with him, I forget the surroundings and handed myself to him. He used to tell me that I'm a heavy sleeper but he didn't know I've never slept peacefully after my parent's death. And then when he came into my life, I changed a little and I slept without any worries after that day, I again lost my peace and only to get peaceful sleep again by him.

The news flickered on. Specials Break Peace The screen flashed below the anchor woman. Specials break peace I read to myself again. “Turn it up Micheal” I ordered. He rolled his eyes but obliged. “Peace has been held for 15 years and today an extremely dangerous special broke it. We are unaware what caused the incident to spark. Soldiers were deployed to Barker Street. Officials have not yet released the number of killed or injured, but we can tell from footage it is a large number. We are estimating at least 50”

And I wasn’t afraid to use it. I stood up beside Damian, my hand resting lightly on the back of his chair. “The world is changing,” I said, my voice carrying across the room. “And we can either fight it or embrace it. We’ve fought for so long, against each other, against the world. But there comes a point when we have to choose what we really want. And what we want is peace. What we want is a future. Not a future built on fear, but on trust. Not a future based on bloodshed, but on unity.”

into their phones and then grinning before walking away. “I don’t know any of you!” I shouted. “We don’t know you either,” one responded. She looked like an aging soccer mom. She wore the same smirk of excitement as the rest of the people surrounding her. “Then how do you all know my name?” I asked. “We don’t,” the lady said. “We just want to catch the I’m Sorry Alicia. The only way to catch it is to say 'I'm sorry, Alicia' into the mouthpiece. As soon as you do that, you get a special ball that can catch it.”

he said softly. I nodded, wrapping my arms around him. “No more ghosts.” We walked back together, hand in hand, through the rain. That night, as we lay in bed, his hand found mine beneath the sheets. I could feel the tremor still running through him—the fear, the anger, the love. “I used to think peace was a lie,” he said quietly. “That it was just something people told themselves to make the world less cruel.” “And now?” He turned to me, brushing my hair from my face. “Now I think peace is a choice. One we have to make every day.”

I said softly. By dawn, I stood before the gathered packs. Not on a throne. On the ground. “I won’t decide for you,” I said, voice steady despite the ache in my chest. “And I won’t stop you from choosing quiet.” Murmurs rippled. “But I will tell you the truth,” I continued. “Peace without choice rots. Slowly. Kindly. Until nothing inside you moves.” Some flinched. Others nodded. “You want relief?” I said. “Then witness the cost.”

His breath came slow and controlled. He didn't take the bait. But I did. "Yes," I said, voice steady even though my heart hammered. "I would choose someone who treats me with kindness. With respect. Someone who pays attention." Bryce stared at me like I'd struck him. "Lena..." "I'm choosing peace," I said. "And you don't give me that." Cassian's eyes softened not pride, not satisfaction, but something deeper. Something quiet and warm that made my breath stutter.

Not anyone. “I… I want peace,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. “Not emptiness. Just peace. I want to travel, to breathe without looking over my shoulder. I want to… be chosen. Not as a prize. Not as a stand-in. Just… chosen.” The words trembled out of me, raw and unpolished, and for a second, I hated that I’d said them out loud. But Liam didn’t flinch. His grip tightened over mine, his eyes fierce and unguarded.