Peace Novels & Stories

💃 Honey bunny💞 Trust me I need one 😔 Trish 💞 Girls problem, your therapist is on her way bitcheeees🤸 Husby Miley💞 PJs check☑️ Seeing they were all in, I got in my mood of making chocolates, first sign of me loving someone or maybe liking. Hell no, I wasn't! That Jordan boy is an arse. *Yeah keep telling yourself that* that is my inner voice arguing with me. "Something smells like chocolate" Trisha said with so much enthusiasm as she danced into my kitchen and before I could stop her, she picked one of the heart shaped chocolates.

What is power? The act of controlling. In this story, it's the subtle act of dominance, the ability to confuse, the ability to rule. Nyx was sold to the devil by her own father. He called her a cursed being, and as such, she deserves to be used only by the devil. They thought that would be the end of her story, to be used and killed by the devil. But everything changed when she met him, the cruel Alpha that taught her all she knew. Now she serves no one, she serves revenge and she dished it out to them on a golden platter.

The first week back in Paris is quiet in the way that follows loud things. Not peaceful — quiet. The distinction matters. Peace is the absence of tension. This is the presence of everything that happened, settling. Finding its level. The way water finds its level in a container that has just been moved. You can feel the molecules still vibrating, still remembering the force that displaced them, even though the surface has gone still. That's what the penthouse feels like in those first seven days. Still surface. Moving depths.

He rejected her on the Luna ceremony day. Now she’s back, with his twins, but he doesn't know it's her… yet. When Sierra Woodsworth, the omega nobody, was revealed as the fated mate to Alpha Isaak Nightingale, the ruthless heir of the Moonbane Pack, the entire werewolf world watched. But instead of accepting her, Isaak rejected her in front of everyone for his long-time lover, the elegant but cruel Bethelina. Heartbroken, Sierra vanished, only to return five years later as a powerful rogue queen leading a hidden pack and guarding two little children, one of whom has Isaak’s silver eyes. But she’s not here for love. She’s here as the neutral power among the powerful packs.... that is

❄️ “You okay?” Alex nodded. “Yeah.” He sat beside Brian, letting their shoulders touch. For a moment, Alex said nothing. Then, softly, he admitted, “I think I was afraid peace would make me useless.” Brian didn’t look away. ❄️ “And?” Alex swallowed. “I think peace is what makes me human again.” Brian reached out and laced their fingers together. ❄️ “Good,” he murmured. “I missed you.” Alex’s throat tightened. “I’m here,” Alex whispered.

Turning back to face me, “No good?” He shook his head, “I’ll sleep on the couch.” He sighed, “I’ll be fine. I was a boyscout.” Triston pressed his eyes closed. “Let’s get ready for dinner.”

JOIN OR ENDURE. Sophia steadied herself. “You can exist without merging.” SEPARATION IS SUFFERING. UNITY IS PEACE. “It’s wrong,” Sophia said. “Peace isn’t the absence of separation—it’s understanding through difference.” The Pulse pulsed violently. CONTRADICTION CREATES PAIN. Sophia’s voice softened. “Yes. And from pain, we grow.” For a moment, the resonance stilled. Then the currents shifted, cooling, softening. The threads of gold binding Elena began to loosen.

*****************************POV: Rowe************************ --- There were two kinds of quiet in the world. The first kind was peace—when birds sang, the air breathed easy, and the sun rose without hesitation. The wind howling like the only thing we needed at the moment. And the second? The second kind of peace was war. The kind that settled over everything right before the shot. The air stilled. The insects stopped. Even your heartbeat dared not make noise, as if sound alone might be the trigger.

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

If she already were with child, how would they react? John's knowing eyes saw through her trepidation, and he replied softly, "All pregnancies are celebrated in the pack. Girl or boy, no one is ever upset when a mating is successful. Knowing Gavin and Wyatt, they will strut around like proud peacocks if their seed has already taken root."