Novel & Cerita Protect Your Peace

I felt so much at peace in their comfort and I swore I was going to do whatever it took to protect this. My peace…

The crowd erupted into cheers once more before Ryan raised a hand, asking for silence. "But understand this," Ryan continued, his gaze drifting over the young soldiers in the front rows. "Peace is not an immortal entity that survives on its own once the swords are sheathed. Peace is a fragile thing. It must be protected, nurtured, and earned every single day through our actions toward one another."

“What do you mean?” Zara’s gaze was steady. “Avoidance feels like protection,” she said. “But sometimes… it just delays closure.” Silence. Maya looked down at her phone again. “You think I should go?” Zara shrugged lightly. “I think you should do whatever brings you peace,” she said. “Not comfort. Peace.” That distinction mattered. The café was quiet. Soft music played in the background, blending with the low hum of distant conversations. Maya arrived first. She chose a seat by the window, her fingers loosely wrapped around a cup of coffee she hadn’t touched.

I watched them disappear down the from the dining before lowering my eyes again. Then, I breathe heavily Nikolai noticed immediately. He leaned back in his chair before speaking quietly enough for only me to hear. “If you don’t want to go with her later,” he said calmly, “then don’t.” I looked at him quietly. “It’s not wrong to protect your peace, Nina. It’s not wrong to say No. You can’t be pushed around” Something about those words touches me,Because lately… Peace felt impossible to find. Still, I forced a small smile.”Thank you,” I whispered softly.

“Peace? Look around, brother. There’s no peace left in this world not for her, not for any of us.” I turned my gaze to him then, meeting his eyes. “You think I don’t know that?” “Then why are you hiding it?” “Because,” I said, voice low, “it’s all getting too much, I'm trying to protect her.” He tilted his head, studying me the way he always did when he thought I was being too careful. “You’re not protecting her,” he said quietly. “You’re protecting yourself.” My stomach tightened. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

"Do you want me to take my anger out on you instead? Because I can." Yaya Jona sighed helplessly. "Just ignore them. Sit down and take a deep breath. If you keep frowning like that, we'll have to stop by a dermatology clinic before your father's wake. You wouldn't want to greet his friends looking full of wrinkles, would you?" "Whatever." Adriana rolled her eyes dramatically. "I should've waited for the Ferrer Group's private jet. At least I wouldn't have to deal with these nosy people." "Drink some water and calm down," Yaya Jona coaxed. "Don't vent your anger on people who haven't done anything to you."

Or irritation. “I bought silence,” he corrected. “And presence. You exist here so others know you do.” “Others?” I asked. He leaned in, his voice dropping. “Enemies. Partners. People who think I can be touched.” “And what do I get?” I asked quietly. For the first time since I’d met him, Adrian paused. “You get protection,” he said. “From the world you underestimate.” I held his gaze. “And from you?” His lips brushed my ear not a kiss, not quite a threat. “I’m the reason you’re safe.”

Finishes it. No more threats. No more conspiracies. No more enemies. Just us. Our family. Our future. Our peace.

“No. Isaiah, you don’t have to do that. When it comes to her safety nothing else matters. Please let me stay. At least until we find whoever wants to kill her.” “It’s a bad idea Palmer and you know it.” “But it won’t be the only bad idea you’ve had in your life. Come on Isaiah, you know me. We’ve hunted down deeply deprived monsters in this world together. You know I’ll protect her.” Palmer stood and tapped the desk with his index finger. “I’ll protect her with my life.” Isaiah leaned back on his chair, glancing at Palmer broodingly. “It’s truly a bad idea, but you’ll stay until we get the person who hired the mercenaries.”

Evenings were filled with slow dancing under the stars, kisses that lasted forever, and whispers about the kind of life we wanted to build. We didn’t need luxury. We had each other. And for the first time, I stopped worrying about the next fight, the next headline, the next betrayal. Because this… this was peace. And I was going to protect it with everything I had.