I Don't Want Peace I Want Problems Always Original นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I was in total disbelief that someone like Bobby regarded me as one. “To me, brat is someone who only wants their way or now way at all,” he said. “You are as bad as he is,” I said. “Go on. Tell me everything,” he said. “If I only want to do what I want to do, it only means I know what I want. I know where I stand. I know what I deserve,” I ranted. “Then what is it that you want? Can you tell me?” he asked. I couldn’t say anything. It took me a minute to come up with an answer.

I begged. "Please what?" Trev asked barely breaking from his torment. "Please, Master," I said, hoping that is what he wanted. He pulled back and looked at me. There was an odd emotion that crossed his face before it disappeared. "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to touch me," I stated simply. "I am touching you," Trev replied. "Yes… I mean… I know… but I want you to touch me somewhere else," I said. He smiled and straightened away from me. "Lay down. Let's discover where this somewhere else is."

She was just there to have fun and hopefully not catch any crazy infections. "What the hell, Ava? You fuck people like it's a sport. You'll catch chlamydia if you don't already have it." Alex teased. Both Alex and Ava began laughing. "But on a serious note, Ava, you need to calm the fuck down." Alex groaned. Though Alex laughed, she was being serious. She hated how careless Ava was. "Would you ladies like another round? On me, of course." Alex heard a familiar husky voice behind her.

comforting, calming, peaceful. "Fifty years of peace is still not a small feat, no matter what that man told you. There will still be people who wil grow to live in the peace that you fought for, that you restored to the Werewolf territory. Look at me," he cupped my cheeks, and made sure that I gazed into his eyes. "We can't solve every problem at the go, for all time. We can only do our best with what we are given. Don't doubt yourself, or the good you do."

Isn’t this just who I am? A product of pain. Must I get better? Why can’t I just…. drown in peace?

“I don’t even know where to begin.” “Start with what you want. Not what anyone expects from you. Not what Leo thinks or what you think you’re supposed to forgive. Just… what do you want, Bella?” I looked down at the mug in my hands, steam rising gently from the tea. I ran my fingers over the rim. My heart felt tired. Like it was worn thin from being pulled in too many directions. “I want peace,” I finally said. “I want to breathe again. I want to wake up and not feel like the world is crashing in. I want to stop crying in strange places. I want to stop pretending that I’m okay.”

"You are the calamity woven into his fate. If you do not resolve it, all your efforts will be in vain." "Whether you repeat the tragedy or forge a new path, the choice is yours." When I woke, the cracked charm in my palm was proof that it was no dream. This life, I won't make the same mistakes. No matter the cost, I will ensure my Alpha has a life of peace and happiness.

“What will I do now that it’s over?” He was quiet for a moment, then asked, “What do you want to do?” The question startled me. No one had asked me that in years, not Damon, not Selene, in my previous life and not even myself. What did I want? “I… I want peace,” I said at last. “I want to wake up without dread clawing at my throat. I want to work at the clinic with my mother without whispers behind my back. I want to live… start a fmaily… maybe,” my voice trembled on the last word, because it sounded so fragile, so small compared to everything I had endured.

Skylar didn’t pull back immediately. What the fuck?