I Just Want Peace Novels & Stories

“Something nice. Not violent. Not tactical. Just… something to make her smile.” He looked at me like I’d grown two heads. “You mean like… flowers and poems?” I glared. “Right, no poems,” he muttered. “Okay, what’re you thinking?” “I want to give her one day. Just one. Where she doesn’t have to look over her shoulder. Where no one dies. Where I’m not bleeding all over the grass. A day where she can breathe.” Mason crossed his arms. “You’re talking about peace. In the middle of a war.”

Because even if the whole world gets mad at me at me I can'tbear peace's anger. I look at my phone, contemplating what I should do but my heart was giving me no answer because it was longing and yearning for peace and I'm sure it won't mind what means I have to go to as long as I bring peace back into it. I want what my heart wants too but I don't know why it's becoming so difficult to get what I want. And that David thinks he is invincible because he has peace with him. He thinks he has the whole world just because peace choose him over me. I will teach him a lesson that's a promise

“It’s not hate. It’s not anger. But it’s not trust either.” Her face fell, but she nodded. “I just want peace,” I said. “I want to know that we’re okay. That we can see each other without fighting. That we can be in the same room and not be at war.” “We can,” she said. “We will.” “But we don’t have to be close,” I said. “We don’t need to pretend. I don’t want to fake something that isn’t real.” Olivia was silent for a moment. Then she gave a small nod.

“ When we are not with other people, you do not have to pretend like you actually like me or you can stand me …You should only pretend when people are watching “ He walked toward me, stopping a few inches away. His voice dropped. “You think I’m pretending to like you?” I held his stare. “Yes.” He clenched his jaw, but said nothing. “I’m not asking for anything,” I said softly. “I just want peace. If I’m going to survive this for 361 more days… I need peace, Rue. That’s all.” “ Survive? You are saying it like this is some death sentence “ “ It is for me ….”

I want you to know I am ready. I am prepared for all the sickness to end. I want to know peace. I want to rest and actually feel refreshed. I know you will miss me. You are too great a mom not to miss me, but I want you to be happy, mom. I want you to find love. Maybe have a few more babies. I would love that for you.

“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.

Maybe the problem isn’t just the people I choose, maybe it’s me, it’s something in me that keeps attracting the same kind of chaos, just dressed in different forms or just maybe life just doesn’t care. Maybe it doesn’t matter how careful you are, how hard you try, or how much you sacrifice, pain finds you anyway. I exhale slowly, my chest tightening with the weight of it all and for once, I just want peace not even happiness or even joy. Just… peace. A moment where I don’t have to fight, where I don’t have to worry about what’s coming next, I can just breathe without feeling like something is about to go wrong but even that feels like too much to ask.

The next morning, Britney was glaring at me murderously while we were having breakfast like she wanted to kill me at that very moment. I blinked as I looked away. I do not want to have any misunderstanding with her. I hate when a person hates me. I do not like the feeling of it. It makes me feel like a horrible person. That is why I always try to be open minded and trying my best to understand people even though they are not making any sense at all. I do believe that peace is the most important thing in the people. A peace in your heart is also a peace in the world.

My voice trembled slightly, but I forced myself to continue. “I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to see blood. I don’t want to…” My throat tightened. “…go through that again.” The room fell silent. Kabir stared at me. He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t rush me. So I continued. “I just want a normal life.” My voice dropped into a whisper. “A simple life… quiet… peaceful…” My eyes lowered. “Can you give me that?” Silence. Seconds passed. Then—

The waves hummed in the background, their rhythm as steady as the beating of my heart. Leon turned to me, his fingers tracing circles on my thigh. “What do you want the future to look like, Margarette?” I leaned my head against his shoulder. “This. Just more of this.” He smiled, kissing the top of my head. “No big dreams? No wild ambitions?” I laughed softly. “I think I’ve spent so much of my life chasing things—justice, revenge, security. And now, all I want is peace.” His hand found mine beneath the blanket, fingers lacing together. “Then peace is what we’ll have.”