Peace Novels & Stories

Scarlett had spent her entire life being treated like a mistake. Born a forbidden hybrid of a Lycan and a warlock, she was rejected by her pack, abused by her mother, and taught that she would never be wanted. Then she met her fated mate. Arlo Cross, the ruthless Alpha of Stone Creek. For one heartbeat, Scarlett believed her life was finally changing. Then Arlo rejected her. He called her a weakness. A liability. A hybrid who could never stand beside him as Luna. So Scarlett walked away with a broken heart and one promise: she would never beg her Alpha for love. But when women from Arlo's pack begin turning up dead, Scarlett's scent is found on every body. Suddenly

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I learned to love without needing to save. My mother was right. Peace was not an absence of meaning. It was a different kind of meaning. A meaning that could only be found in stillness. I stood on the palace balcony, watching the sun set over Silvermoon. Kael came to stand beside me. "You are thinking again." "I am always thinking." "What are you thinking about now?" "I am thinking about the pup who asked me if I was happy. I am thinking about how long it took me to realize that peace is not a destination. It is a practice."

Blurb. Adrian was the man she trusted with her heart. Until he used her name to bury his sins. Three years ago, Leona Grace had everything. She had her own PR firm, a rising reputation, and the love of Adrian Voss, the billionaire heir who swore he’d build the world around her. Then one morning, she woke up to find her face splashed across every news channel, accused of a corporate crime she didn’t commit. And the signature on the deal that destroyed her? It was his. Now Leona lives under a new name, far from the city that chewed her up and spat her out. She’s rebuilt herself piece by piece until Adrian Voss walked back into her life, desperate and cornered. His empire was

They drink to that. And for the first time in months, I feel it. Peace. Real peace. The war is over. We won. Together.

That night, as she lay with Cain again, she whispered into the dark, “Do you think we earned this?” He considered. “No.” She blinked. “No?” “No one earns peace,” he said quietly. “They protect it.” She smiled faintly. “Then let’s protect it.” His hand tightened around hers. Outside, the waterfall continued its endless descent. Above, the sky remained unbroken. For now. Peace had settled like a fragile mist over Malta. And every dragon, every sentinel, every keeper knew It would not last forever. But for this moment, it was enough.

Harry's heart was broken by the ones he loved. And sent to a school that he didn't find a place in, and he was tormented and bullied. But what happens when upon his return home to find peace and rest, his life is thrown into chaos, finding out he was getting into an arranged marriage with the sister of his greatest bully?

Minus The MORNING’S ride back to the Sanctuary was shorter than I’d like. The weather was perfect, traffic was light, and as much as I hated to admit it, Cutter’s gift fit me like a glove. As brief as it was, the ride helped center me, to stop my mind from racing. As to what I was going to say to Cutter once we arrived, I had no idea. I wasn’t as angry for being jerked around as I was last night, but my confusion about the situation was growing.

"Real men don’t fall in love. Love is for the weak and foolish, and I, Don Alessandro, will never raise a fool as a son." Kai Alessandro learned those words the hard way. Groomed by his father to be the mafia leader, Kai’s life is built on power, fear, and control. Love? That’s a weakness he can’t af-ford. Amelia Carrington is all about survival. By day, she’s a college senior juggling classes. By night, she’s a hacker-for-hire and part-time stripper, desperate to pay her mother’s medical bills. Men? They’re just wallets waiting to be emptied. Their worlds collide when Amelia hacks into Kai’s account, stealing $5,000,000 to save her mother’s life. Kai hunts her down, and instead of exacti

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.