I Don't Want Peace I Want Problems Always Original Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What the fuck do you really want? Because that thing in your eyes… that’s not justice." Her breathing grew uneven. But she said nothing. "I just want peace," I went on, softer, my eyes dropping to the ground before returning to her. "I just want to live a fucking normal life. No psychotic witch, no zombie wolves, no ancestor trying to use my soul as currency. I’m not anyone’s piece on a board." The magic inside me surged, vibrant. Warm. The beast, too. For the first time, the two didn’t repel each other. They sang in unison, and I hoped every one of them could feel it, because I was done running.

I wish he could see that all I ever want is to be left alone. I prefer peace because it’s my coping mechanism. I am always fighting a memory battle in my head and there are times I feel like the more I try, the more I'm drowning further down, drifting away from who I am. It’s always useless and frustrating, but I never stop because I need to remember badly. Most of it is the fact that every night I have the same stupid dream. I dread shutting my eyes because the dream feels like it’s wired in my skull to torment me.

I looked away, trying to digest his resentment, but something inside me still resisted, still dreamed of peace. “What if there were a… peaceful way?” I murmured. “I just wanted to live in peace, Xavier. I wanted a quiet place, far from all of this, where I could have my children and raise them in nature, without worrying about feuds and traps. But now, that dream feels so distant.” I felt a warm tear roll down my face, but I tried to keep my tone calm. “I find myself more and more entangled in problems… unable to get out.”

Now onto the finale Loved me with your worst intentions Didn't even stop to question Every time you burned me down Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven Loved me with your worst intentions Painted us a happy ending Every time you burned me down Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven And it's so gut-wrenchin' Fallin' in the wrong direction Darkness Quiet Everything was quiet I was finally dead Yeey Until I actually wasn't Pain So.much pain. I felt as if fire was crawling under my skin "Break them back in place!" "Have every damn rogue that touched her beheaded" "I don't fucking care use it all on her" Noisy. And whoever kept on yelling sure had anger issues The pain stopp

64: I don't want peace "These bitches must be out of their minds" "They think they got me in a bind" "But it won't be long till they find" "That they're dealing with one of a kind" "They laugh, they smile and they grin" "They don't know the trouble they're in" "But how can you expect things to end well?" "When try to mess with a king" "I say a word and the chain breaks" "I take a step and the ground quakes"

Can someone please wake me up when everything's fine? Who would enjoy a life where problems come one after another? I am just trying to survive. I am just trying to change my fate, but what are all these? "Haa…" I'm tired…

Peace managed to say as her voice started to crack. “Don’t you want to have fun first baby girl? Let’s play rock paper and scissors if you will. I will let you have your parents---” Labret said. “Please, just let me go and my parents. Peace said as tears started to form on her eyes and her voice cracked. “Hell, how about you? Do you also want to end this, this easy?” Labret turns to Hell who is now staring at Peace. Labret laughed but it did not make Hell change his expression became unbothered, Labret tok a steps towards Peace and his smirk became more visible for her to see.

All I wanted was a peaceful day, isn't it? But what I got was a double hell...! Ufh... It's so hard to live in this world...! *********

Almost boring. At the checkout, a stranger smiles at me. I smile back. It feels like stepping into the sun. That night, Ryder asks, “What do you want for the future?” The question scares me. “I don’t know,” I say. “I used to want everything. Now I just want peace.” “That’s a good start.” I think for a moment. “I want to make something again. Music. Words. Something that says I survived.” “You already are,” he says.

Of what anger might mean. I tilted my head slightly. “Would that be a problem?” He hesitated. “I just....after everything you’ve been through, I thought you’d want peace.” Peace. The word felt hollow. “I want truth,” I said. “Peace comes after.” If it comes at all.