Peace At Last Book Novels & Stories

"I'm so happy peace, I can't wait for the breaking of dawn. Peace didn't reply so I thought to tease her a little. "Aren't you also happy peace?'. l ask looking at her. "Tomorrow will surely be a wonderful day". "Yes, it will be," peace said and she stood up and went to take off the dress and shoes as soon as she came back into the room she suddenly slipped. "Ahhh..." Peace shouted as she slipped. I didn't move to save her because I was anticipating her fall for my dreams to come true. I will be the happiest if peace loses the baby but my dream was shattered as I raised my head to see peace safe and unharmed in David's arms.

"It was someone who loved you, Elara. Someone the world forgot so we could live." The Last-Stand Valor had won the day, but at the cost of the family’s foundation. The sky was still cracked, and the Exterminator Fleet was still out there, but the Internal-Invasion had failed. The Haven was quiet, save for the sound of the waterfall and the soft, grieving hum of an Anchor who had lost a part of her soul she couldn't even name.

Something beautiful. He leaned back against the pillows, letting his eyes wander over the people who had become his entire world—his soulmate, their children, his brother. His family. A soft smile tugged at his lips. “I wish this moment could last forever.” Elias shifted closer. He watched their kids racing around the room, laughter echoing around the room. “Me too,” he whispered, a warmth in his voice that made Jace’s chest feel full for the first time in years. For once, there were no more shadows. No more ghosts. No battles left to fight. Only peace.... Only love.... Only.....this. THE END.​

I panicked and tried to snatch the book but Enzo quickly held my hand and smirked before letting me go as he walked towards Jade's. Jade cleared her throat and stood up straight with a devilish grin on her face. "Okay here it is, listen guys. January 17, 3:45 p.m. I haven't seen him around, he wasn't with his friends either. I don't know where he was, I hope to see him before this day end, my energizer..." Jade even soften her voice reading my diary. "Aw! Our little Charlie here is in love! What if you read more!" Mae joined as they started to cheer. "More! More! More! More!"

And he always did. One morning, she found his journal open on the table. He had left it for her. Sitting with it, her heart fluttered, and she read the words in his neat, angled handwriting: I don’t know if peace is a location or a choice. Perhaps it is both. Maybe it is not a destination, but the decision to remain. With her. With myself. Maybe it’s waking up next to someone who understands your demons—and doesn’t flee. Maybe peace isn’t silence but being heard, even when unspoken.

I knew sooner or later that they would come and find me. The whole time I was playing back my last day with my family. Mom was making me try on the dress that she made, and dad laughed at me brightly. No matter how much I hated it, I still will miss the little things she made for me. All she wanted after all was for me to be just like her. She knew that it wouldn’t happen, but she never really gave up. I also thought about my last night with Robin lying next to me talking about dreams and nothing at all. I could remember how badly I wanted to explore the world with him. Those were the days that I loved the most, but I knew that I would never see them again. This wasn’t what I wanted at all.

I used to believe endings came with noise. With doors slamming, papers flying, voices raised. But this one came gently. Like a sigh. Like the last note of a lullaby. And maybe that’s what peace really is—not silence, but softness. Not the absence of war, but the return of one’s self. The morning of Zaya and Micah’s joint birthday arrived with sunshine that filtered in like forgiveness. The sky was clear, the breeze was warm, and the smell of vanilla cake floated from the kitchen before the guests evern arrived.

Emma Watson I always imagined that when the war ended—our war, the one that nearly cost us everything—there would be a clear line between before and after. That I’d wake up one morning, stretch beneath clean sheets, and feel lighter. Free. But peace, I’m learning, isn’t loud. It’s quiet. It arrives in pieces. A moment here. A breath there. Slowly, it builds a new life from the ashes of the old. This morning, it looked like sunlight warming Ray’s bare shoulder as he slept beside me. The way his hand instinctively found mine even in sleep. The faint crease between his brows, a remnant of the stress he still hadn’t shaken.

He asked. "Yes, boss" the person on the other end answered. "Did you send the letters?" The hood man asked. "Yes boss" "Wait for my next signal before you send the next one. Kill them both when the last package is sent". "Yes boss I understand " "Good" and the call was disconnected. ~~ "Were you in a call?" Drizzy asked walking toward Ethan. "Ahh, yes it was the event planner" "Oh okay, how is the preparation going?" "Good. And how was your shopping. Did you buy everything you needed?".

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End