Perfect Peace: A Novel Novels & Stories

Because in the dark no one can see, no one can know how hurtful it is. If when he was a child, he wouldn't cry even if he was beaten to death, but now he is so weak that just a little pain can cry. Maybe the older we get, the faster we cry... "Where is its hope?" Little Clause hugged the trembling body, it was like a wind that drifted everywhere without stopping. Where is the place of peace? Where is home called? Maybe those things are too luxurious for him so God can't give him five times seven times. "I'm dead, will anyone cry?"

explained Trisno. "Okay, don't be more than ten minutes late," said Cecep. Meanwhile, in class XII Natural Sciences 2. "Ah, it's really peaceful without Cecep and the gangs." Tukijo sat leaning back in his chair watching Udin's back. "Oh yes, I forgot there is still another culprit who always causes trouble. "Huft ...." The child sighed.

Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping. We can only fly with two wings and two wings can only stay in the air if there is a balance. Two beautiful wings is perfection. There is a

she whispered, stepping out. ******* The Café: A Brief Refuge The café was a striking departure from the sterile, high-pressure environment of Wellington Holdings. Its interior boasted a delightful blend of rustic warmth and contemporary elegance. Exposed brick walls were adorned with shelves of books and curios, while vibrant greenery hung in macramé holders from the ceiling. The air was saturated with the scents of freshly brewed coffee, spiced chai, and warm pastries, providing a temporary relief for Amelia’s frayed nerves.They opted for a secluded booth, far removed from the bustling groups of customers. Jake signaled the waiter and made his order without checking with her—he chose a str

The score was neck and neck, they just needed 2 more points to beat the other team and if someone could score the perfect touchdown, it would win the game indefinitely. We all held our breath as the ball was tossed to Avery and he got into position to huck it over the defence line to Aiden who rushed to the other side of the field with blinding speed. It was a perfect pass made by Avery that he caught with ease and went to make a break for it instantly. “Yes, go, Aiden!” I screamed across the field.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was thick with tension, particularly between Amanda, Zion, and Ayva. Their stolen glances at each other were subtle yet noticeable, and Ayva clenched her fist by her side to keep herself calm. Amanda's parents seemed completely oblivious to the underlying tension. "Ayva, I must say, you are the most beautiful pregnant woman I've ever seen," Brenda Kerrington complimented with a smile. "Oh, thank you so much. You're too kind," Ayva replied, mirroring the expression, although her smile seemed forced and insincere. The way Zion nervously twiddled his fingers under the table spoke volumes - he clearly didn't want to be there.

Everytime I tried, I got bored after the first chapter. My mind was still racing after I put the dagger away and when I was still wide awake an hour later, I gave up any hope of sleeping. I started wandering the massive house and found myself in a small library. It was calming in here. Large windows on one wall let in the moonlight and the lamps were a soft yellow that gave it a warm feel. It was silent now, aside from my footsteps, but I still could imagine just how magical it felt when the piano at the center of the room was being played.

And for that moment—watching my little family together, the sunlight pouring in through the windows, the soft sound of baby giggles and Alex’s laughter—I felt peace settle in my chest. After everything—the heartbreak, the fear, the sleepless nights—this… this was what we’d been fighting for. Our peace. Our warmth. Our messy, loud, beautiful little family. END OF CHAPTER

“No storm can break us anymore, Aria. Not now. Not ever. We’ve seen too much, survived too much, and… we’ve built something worth protecting.” I looked down at our hands, intertwined, feeling the pulse of his steady heartbeat through our touch. The city lights twinkled below like tiny stars, and I thought about the life we had fought to create one filled with love, trust, and quiet joy. It wasn’t perfect. Nothing worth fighting for ever was. But it was ours. And that made it perfect in its own way. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this… peaceful,” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Even after everything, even after all the danger, I finally feel like… like we belong here. Like we

“We have kept peace. We have kept our people safe.” “Order is not peace,” Seraphina said gently, stepping up beside me. “Order is only arrangement. Peace is something deeper. Peace is when every part is allowed to grow, to breathe, to become what it was meant to be. You have arranged everything perfectly. But you have stopped it from growing. And things that do not grow… slowly die.”