I Just Want Peace Novels & Stories

“Our future. Our home. Our family. Not the past. Not the pain. Not what people tried to ruin. Just… what you want from the life we’re building now.” I felt my throat tighten with an unexpected emotion. “I want peace,” I said honestly. “Real peace. Nights like this where you’re next to me, and the kids are safe, and no one is trying to tear our world apart.” He nodded slowly. “I can give you that.” “And I want… stability,” I continued. “Where we’re not running anymore. Where the kids grow up in one home.” He kissed my forehead. “Done.” “I want us to be a team,” I said softly. “Not perfect. Just… strong. Together.”

(Her POV) There’s a difference between peace and complacency. I didn’t understand that until peace settled into my life so gently that I almost mistook it for the absence of desire. Almost. It happened on an ordinary afternoon the kind you don’t expect revelations from. I was in the dance studio, sunlight spilling across the polished floor, the mirrors catching me from every angle. My body moved on instinct, muscle remembering what my mind sometimes forgot: how to want without apology. Music filled the room, something slow and aching, and I let it pull me apart and put me back together again.

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.

“Anything at all that feels… wrong” I closed my eyes. Memories surfaced in fragments. A hand on my forehead. A voice calling my name. Darkness pulling me under. Fear. Pain. Then warmth. Safety. Sleep. “No,” I whispered. “I remember being alone.” His jaw clenched. “Then we will find the truth.” “I do not want a war,” I said. “I want peace.” His gaze dropped briefly to my stomach, something unguarded and aching passing through his expression. “Peace comes after truth.”

Olive said softly. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admitted. “I don’t know what I want.” Maya sat beside me, putting an arm around my shoulders. “Okay. Forget both of them for a second. What do you want, Elena? Not what Nathan wants. What do you want?” I closed my eyes, trying to find an answer in my messy thoughts. “I want peace,” I said finally. “I want to breathe. I want to figure out who I am without either of them pulling me apart.”

My surroundings has this white blurry filter that makes everything seem lighter than they apply , but I am also able to see them in colour as I know what they look like in the real world. ‘What now!?’ I feel my self think , which echoes in side my mind but also in my dream. I feel my self crack the tensed knots in my neck , readying my self to face what ever monster who enters my mind trying to steal my peace. ‘Bring it on’ I say once again , my mind ready to defend the absolute peace that it had been enjoying for more than a week. By peace I mean being alone and blissfully happy with no confusion , no painful arguments with people , no feelings of insecurity or feeling of rejection from any

I said quietly, “I used to dream about being seen. Being chosen. I thought if the world finally noticed me, I’d feel whole.” Adrian’s thumb traced lazy circles over my hand. “And now?” “Now I just want peace,” I whispered. “Not fame. Not headlines. Just a life where I don’t have to defend who I am.” He didn’t reply, but the look in his eyes said enough—that if he could, he’d build me that peace himself. “I don’t know how to do this,” I admitted. “I don’t know how to be with someone like you.” Adrian turned toward me, his hand finding mine. “Then we figure it out. Together.”

Baby, please. He typed as fast as he can and hit send. He knew she’ll scoff at this. But remember the attraction that they had? Yeah, that’s it. He just hoped that the attraction will never wear off. He never begged for something so small like this. 'Kill me, but I can’t help but want to live my life in peace.' But now, my source of peace was gone. Princess, where are you? Pfft. You’ll never be in peace. My conscience speaks.

I didn’t know what came next. I didn’t know if love was in the cards for me again—or if I even wanted it. But I knew one thing: Peace isn’t a reward. It’s a choice. And I was ready to choose it. Even if I had to choose it every damn day.

Named themselves Peace. "I am Peace," they said quietly. "I am calm. I am still. I am no longer fighting. No longer struggling. No longer at war internally. I am Peace. I am singular consciousness without conflict. Without incompatibility. Without internal warfare. I am Peace. And Peace is exactly what I needed. What I wanted. What I choose. I am Peace. Finally. Completely. Absolutely. I am Peace." The third consciousness stood separate. Named themselves Memory.