I Just Want Peace Novels & Stories

Just to achieve what I want in life. Peace. Am I selfish for doing it? I just want to get out of the noise of cursing, shouting, and breaking glasses and plates. I just want to have a peaceful life, far away from the noise of chaos. Am I selfish for dreaming it? I lifted my face at Killian, and I noticed how worried he was for me. I could see that he was trying to halt his tears from falling down because I know that he wants me to see that he's strong, even though he is already feeling weak after everything that we've been going through.

“Even if the Moon Goddess decides to throw another mate at you out of nowhere.” That made me choke out a laugh. “This is insane.” “Welcome to our life.” We stood in silence for a moment, his hand in mine. “I just want peace,” I whispered. “For the kids. For us. For once.” His voice was low, steady. “Then we’ll fight for it." I nodded slowly, eyes drifting toward the hallway where Cael had vanished. Whoever you are… Whatever you’ve been to me in another life… I hope you understand—

"Niamh, I'm not..." "I've had enough of everything," I cut him off again, my hands balling into fists at my sides. "I just want peace. That's all I came here for. Peace. A fresh start. A chance to figure out who I am without someone constantly manipulating me or controlling me or using me for whatever they need." His face had gone carefully blank now, that dangerous calm settling over his features that I'd only seen glimpses of before. But I was too far gone to care. Too angry. Too tired. Too done with all of it.

"I have heard the plans. I have heard the excuses. I do not want to hear them anymore. I want peace." The word 'peace' made the room hollow. I wanted peace too, to be near her at night and wake up with her laughter, to hold her hand when she felt cold. But the thing inside me that had been proud and stubborn would not let me give up so easily. Still, I had my plan, and I wanted her back. “And what if I asked for the same?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “What if I said I wanted peace with you?”

"Remember to get a new set of balls. This set felt terrible today." I nodded obediently, swallowing the words that there would be no next week. In my suitcase lay a plane ticket to Sicily. There were only seven days left until I flew to the island estate to start my new role. Since they only cared about Chloe winning. Then this time, I would just walk away from the table. Right after I downed the thirteenth shot, my chest suddenly tightened. It felt like someone was choking me. I reached for my bag by the sofa. It held my asthma inhaler.

“We will help your mother. We will hire the best lawyer we can. We will use every connection they are not using. And we will remember who chose to stand where when this is over.” Louis leans into me, head dropping to my shoulder. “I do not want more war,” he whispers. “I just wanted peace.” “Peace does not come from lying down so people can walk over you,” I reply, stroking his hair. “Sometimes peace comes after you make it very clear that you are not to be touched.”

Because my heart feels pulled in directions I don’t understand. Because I’m tired. So tired. I need peace. Real peace. Just quiet. Just breathing. Just living. My eyes sting again, but I blink the feeling away. I don’t need complications in my life. Not anymore. I already know what love can do. I already know what trust breaking feels like. I already know how loneliness tastes. I can’t go through that again. My fingers curl slightly against the bedsheet. I don’t think I can stand it. Not again.

But maybe not. Maybe… just maybe… “Where are we going?” I whispered, not even sure anyone would answer. One of the men met my eyes in the rearview mirror. “To your new home.” I looked down at the duffle bag and clenched my hands tight. I didn’t know who i was going to meet. I don't know if I would survive it. But as the city lights faded behind me and the car swallowed the road ahead, i made a vow. “I want peace,” i whispered to the dark. “I want love. I want to be free.”

The truth, when I spoke it, surprised even me. “I want to exist somewhere I’m not feared. Or worshipped. Or ruined.” Ven blinked. “I want to be,” I said simply. “Just be. No one trying to claim me. No one looking at me like I’m a weapon or a prize. Just… peace.” Caelan’s hands stilled on the wire, his head turned slightly toward me. “Well, damn,” Ven muttered, a little quieter this time. “That’s fair.” I offered a shrug. “You asked.”

Why won’t he just let me have peace? I’m pathetic, I know that. My life is a mess despite Hakan’s insistence that it wasn’t. But no one understands how much it hurts deep inside. I just want peace. Death is peace. I didn’t even realise I was crying till Hakan cupped my face with his hands. “What’s the problem, little bird?”