I Just Want Peace Novels & Stories

Instead, I asked, “What do you want, Matteo? From all this?” He looked at me with a question in his eyes, like no one had ever asked him that before. “I want peace,” he said. “Real peace. Not the kind you buy or threaten people into giving. I want a life where I don’t have to look over my shoulder or lock rooms full of pain.” “And me?” I asked, heart pounding. He stood, came over, and sat beside me on the edge of the desk. Close, but not touching. “I want you in it,” he said. “Not because I need saving. Not because you do. But because when you’re near, everything doesn’t feel as heavy.”

I breathe in and the footsteps disappear " do you want peace?" He's lips smirks " I have a proposition for you" " what is it?" I asked not showing him how deeply interested I am "Be mine!" T.B.C

Or maybe, I don't want to be happy. I just want to save everyone who died because of me, I just want to let them free from the death they didn't deserved. "If you want to be happy, do not dwell in the past, do not worry about the future, focus on living fully in the present," he said. "I cannot do that. Would peace become the light when the darkness will come? No, it's destruction. When everything is destroyed, the peace will live. I cannot live peacefully when I know that destruction will come. Instead of destroying what belongs to me, I should destroy what belongs to them and take what's left in order to move forward."

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.

assistant"> Julia — First-Person POV I used to think peace would feel loud. Like fireworks. Like victory. Like some grand moment where the world finally stopped hurting. But real peace? It was quiet. It lived in soft mornings and sleepy smiles. In the tiny sounds our son made while sleeping against my chest. In the warmth of Alan’s hand resting on my waist in the middle of the night, as if even in sleep he needed to make sure I was still there. Alive. Safe.

Then he lowered himself flat again, his chest pressed to the floor and head tilted just slightly so that he could watch me as I talked. I forced a shaky breath out through my nose. “I don’t want much, you know,” I said softly, "All I ever wanted was to find peace and live a good life. No more cages, no more sick and twisted games, no more fear of monsters in the dark. I don’t want to have to fight every second just to fucking breathe.” My eyes stung, but I blinked the tears away, refusing to cry in front of him. “I don’t even care if people laugh at me,” I added, “I’d rather be invisible. I’d rather be nothing, as long as I’m free.”

For once, I don’t feel like I’m chasing anything, not revenge, not proof, not some ghost of a relationship that was never real. Just this. Her. Us. And I think… this could be what peace actually feels like.

“Fuck! How did things escalate to this?” The more I thought about it, the more depressed I got. So much, so many times I had wanted nothing more than to live in peace, at least not just for myself but for those around me but with the looks of things, it just seemed like that peace was something I wouldn’t get in a while.

"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.

Look where that has gotten me. I always wanted excitement, and I got the worst kind. Now, all I want is for life to be peaceful again. Will it ever be? I don't know what peace is anymore. I don't know what it's like to lie my head on a pillow and rest easily, without any worries or any fears. I think I have to admit that nothing will ever be the same again; it's less painful that way. Still, I've never given up on my dreams. I still have hope that this will all change, and I'll have peace again.