Living Peacefully In A Peaceless World Novels & Stories

“Dr. Pierce said we need to lower your stress levels. So if you can do without shouting, even for a few hours, it helps.” Nathan leaned back, scoffing. “Dr. Pierce says a lot of things.” “Yes,” she said. “And one of them is that I should try louder today.” He frowned. “Try louder at what?” Eva was quiet for a moment. “At… existing,” she said simply. “You block people out so much, it’s hard to know how to talk to you.” Nathan blinked at her, taken off guard by the softness in her voice. Not accusation Or pity.

he asked, kneading the arch of her foot with his thumb. She considered.“It’s like… after a long war, when the ceasefire holds. You wake up and for a second, you can’t remember why you’re not afraid. Then you do remember, and the remembering itself is a kind of joy.” She looked at him. “It’s peace, Anton. Actual peace. I’m not sure I’ve ever had it before.” He understood. His own peace had always been conditional, predicated on control, on walls. This was different. This was peace born not from the absence of threat, but from the proven strength to meet it, together, and from the systemic dismantling of the very machines that created threats.

Ana’s POV Peace is a strange thing when you’ve lived too long in chaos. It doesn’t arrive loudly or announce itself, and it doesn’t force you to notice it. It simply settles—quietly, almost carefully—like it isn’t entirely sure it’s allowed to stay. For the longest time, I didn’t trust it. I didn’t trust the silence that stretched through the house without breaking into something sharp. I didn’t trust the absence of tension, the lack of conflict, the way everything existed without the constant push and pull I had grown used to—the kind that demanded reaction, demanded emotion, demanded something to happen.

This was my home for a long time, but I have nothing left here, no friends, no family, Everything swept away within the space of a couple Months. Let me start from the beginning. It is 2027 mid June. Our world has gone into crisis. Wars have been breaking out everywhere. Homes have been bombed, peoples lives lost. History, art, architecture, Everything that has been preserved and kept now lost in a cloud of smoke. This is World War III.

For the first time since I first lifted a weapon in this war, I feel something like peace beneath my ribs. Not safety. Not certainty. Just ground that does not tip toward inevitability. Earth is not kind. But it is not circular. And tonight, that is enough.

He had a vast network and resources, so it was child’s play. In any case, I wanted to win his sympathy. If Noah saw me living a life where I did not have to worry about food or a roof over my head, then his guilt would lessen. I wanted him to be mired in an abyss of remorse. As expected, Noah did indeed think of me after he returned home. He thought of my dilapidated house and my haggard face. He would occasionally even start daydreaming when Yvonne spoke with him. Whenever she looked at his face, Yvonne would feel hatred.

After that… we just exist together without the world trying to blow up around us. No fights. No screaming matches. No Lila scheming up here and there. No Helene or Dylan or my fucked-up family trying to ruin my life every five seconds. Just… calm. Actual calm. It’s almost suspicious how quiet everything’s gotten. But I’m not complaining. After everything we’ve been through, I’ll take the peace.

I could not accept that I was stuck in this place, surrounded by people who were even more messed up than I was. I closed my eyes and tried to find some kind of peace in the darkness. Maybe tomorrow would be better. Maybe tomorrow, I would wake up and find a way out of here. But for now, I was locked in this madness, and I did not know if I would ever escape.

Now I live in Hawaii, where I own several properties and have various businesses in motion. Life has smiled on me in the best possible way, and I am very satisfied with everything. Andrés, my adoptive father, would be very proud of the woman he created. My father did a good job, but he didn’t have the empire I built myself. I’m a businesswoman, intelligent and shrewd. No man measures up to me, and they certainly can’t win me over with expensive gifts and tired lines. There isn’t a man on this earth for me; I feel great being alone. Besides, love makes you weak, so anything that makes me feel weak and vulnerable is discarded.

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.