Is War And Peace Hard To Read Romane & Geschichten

“But I need a barrier, so humans can't enter our territory ever again.” “Well, you can simply just be the guy…you know…” I pointed my finger at my neck and sliced it. “No! I cannot hurt a human!” “Boring…why you guys just don’t go to war? Wouldn’t it be simpler?” “War is impossible! We’re surrounded by enough pscks of wolves alone, we can’t risk it…” “Oh please," I scoffed, leaning back on the cushion of moss beneath me. "You wolves always want the easiest solutions. It's like watching a child trying to solve a puzzle by eating the pieces."

“What a pathetic Alpha, you are scared of him? He is a man like you.” I felt a sting on my left cheek. My lips curled up into a sneer. “So much anger, so much power. I have a question for you Ryker. Why waste it hitting a woman? Why don’t you declare war on him? If you are man enough fight him and put an end to your people’s suffering. Or are you scared?” “Scared?” Ryker asked, his tone filled with sarcasm. “If I was scared, I would not have walked into your father’s territory and snatched you right under his nose.”

“Having to keep everything together, especially with… everything that’s happened.” His expression darkened slightly. “Yeah, especially with Boris Smirnov.” I nodded, keeping my face neutral. “It’s more than hard,” he said, his voice quieter now. “It’s a damn war. Has been for years.” I tilted my head, feigning curiosity. “Why? What started it?”

My breath caught in my throat, my lips parting as the words rang in my ears. I stared at it, reading it over. And over. And over again. Something heavy started in my chest, spreading through my entire body with a speed that made my breathing catch. My grip on the book tightened. "It had not always been like this," I whispered, my voice unrecognizable even to my own ears. My eyes found the pages again, my heart pounding in my chest as I read the words that changed everything. 'The decade-long conflict that constitutes the Great War resulted in catastrophic losses on both sides. The wolf population, while militarily superior in individual capability, suffered an unexpected disadvantage in the

I ask. “Don’t worry Fritz help me, he actually just goes out to go on a grocery shopping. He doesn’t want to go Acry just drag him out.” She said that made me laugh. Everyone becomes like that after War goes home, no one wants to leave the house even those who like going out to bars choosing to stay home. Sometimes they even try to persuade Peace to let War sleep with them but Peace always says no, so, what they’re doing is whenever War and Peace are at home, they don’t leave her side and most of the time snatch War from her.

"Just like humans, they have their own strengths and weaknesses." She seemed to ponder my words for a moment, her gaze fixed upon the crackling flames. "Does war happen around us?" she asked, her voice carrying a weight that far exceeded her years. I sighed softly, my heart heavy with the knowledge of the conflicts that loomed on the horizon. "War is a complex and difficult thing, my dear," I began, choosing my words carefully. "Sometimes, disagreements and misunderstandings can lead to conflicts between people. But you don't need to worry. Mommy will do everything in her power to keep you safe."

In the back of the room, someone guffawed. "Jane?" "I read A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens. It has 422 pages." Jane tried to say it in a matter-of-fact tone, but she couldn't keep the glee out of her voice. Then she read her page. Like Emily's, it told mainly what the book was about. But the plot of the A Tale of Two Cities was so complicated that it was that easy to summarize in a page.

Some battles… --- Are not fought with weapons. --- Not with systems. --- Not with power. --- But within. --- Between what you feel— --- And what you choose. --- Because sometimes… --- The hardest war— --- Is the one inside your own heart. --- The world had found its balance. --- Fragile. --- Uncertain. --- Real. --- But for Elena— --- Peace did not come with it. --- Only quiet. --- And in that quiet— --- The truth she had been holding back.

The only connection that I had with life and my existence on earth was pain. I felt numb without the pain, felt nothingness, at least the pain made me feel like something, it made me feel a little, like other humans. Without the pain, I was totally detached from reality, totally removed from the realm where normal people lived. He took a copy of the book he had been reading and turned the back page to write something. It was a copy of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. A modernist novel that we were currently reading. His copy wasn’t brand new, it had dog pages, had been read over and over again. With some lines underlined.

I spent almost the entire trip reading through one of the books Peter gave me about the first war. I wasn't a history buff but I knew enough about human history to know that war was one of the worst things a country could face, only I had never really stopped to consider the details. Sitting in the comfort and safety of Cole's car and reading about death and destruction had my body shivering with fear. The book spared no details. Whole chapters were devoted to recounting particular battles listing the deaths and the destruction that occurred and I swallowed hard as I considered that soon we would be going through all of that again. I had closed the book and let my eyes shut for the last twen