Protect Your Peace Novels & Stories

Like ground that would not collapse. The wind picked up slightly. Carrying scents of earth and distant cooking fires. Ordinary smells. Ordinary sounds. Yet they felt sharper. Clearer. As if she were experiencing them without the filter of fear for the first time. She realized then that peace was not something you found waiting at the end of pain. Peace was something you practiced. Something you allowed. Something you protected once it arrived. And she intended to protect it. Not with walls. Not with distance. But with awareness. With honesty. With the refusal to abandon herself again.

I was hungry, but it was so hard to eat being in so much emotional pain. Gabe and Marie went in the room I was sleeping in and grabbed my black bag. They were packing horses outside. I then just realized that they were packing things into bags to leave. I turned my gaze to Jack, who was fastening a bag of his own to his shoulders. “Where are we going?” I asked. His green eyes lowered to my level, so I didn’t have to look up. “Out of the city. Since Logan is after you, we must keep you protected and out of his path. So, we will keep moving, not staying anywhere for too long. Until we know what he is after, we will keep you safe.”

No time like the present, or some shit like that. I walked to the table and grabbed my wireless, loud, ear buds and put non-stop dubstep on my phone. I walked to the middle of the circle andeveryone else went to their corresponding spots. As everyone settles, V holds her arms out, everybody started to copy. With everyone's fingers about six inches apart, V started talking, "these are protective rings. The protection is for Mom and everyone else, including that beautiful baby in the basinet, in my room in dreamland. How mom taught me to make my protection bubble is to think of an unbreakable bubble and make it bigger and bigger. This bubble is your bubble, it can be made of what you want, and

Tomorrow, it would just be another address I used to know. I whispered softly, almost like a prayer: “God Please, let me find peace again.” And with that, I crawled into bed, hugging a pillow to my chest, feeling the weight of exhaustion drag me down. My hand instinctively rested over my stomach again. The tiniest flicker of a smile tugged at my lips through the tears that threatened. “I’ll protect you,” I whispered to the life inside me, barely audible. “Even if it means leaving everything behind.”

he asks one night. Not look like. Not accomplish. Feel like. “Spacious,” I say without hesitation. “Grounded. Honest.” He nods. “Then let’s protect that.” Protection becomes our shared language. We protect mornings. We protect certain weekends. We protect how we talk about each other in public. We protect disagreement from turning into spectacle. And most of all—we protect quiet. Not because we’re hiding. But because quiet is where we hear ourselves think. Still, there’s temptation. The world doesn’t stop pulling.

That is why I try to avoid situations that bring confusion, anger, or unnecessary complications. I prefer honesty, understanding, and calm communication because they help maintain healthy relationships and a peaceful environment. At the end of the day, I just want a simple and peaceful life where I can focus on my goals, happiness, and personal growth without being surrounded by constant issues. Peace is important to me, and I believe that protecting it is one of the best decisions a person can make. .

I begged, “You need to lay down.” “No. I have to keep you safe.” “You aren’t going to be able to do that if you die on us,” I pleaded. “You just need a little rest.” When he didn’t move, Julie chimed in, “She’s right, Jesse. We need you to protect us, so how about you lie down for an hour or two, then you’ll be more up to defending us. In the meantime, we promise not to get ourselves killed by rabid dogs or gun-wielding strangers.

He reached out, wanting to comfort her. Right then, Abigail Cook poked her head in, holding her nose. "Honey, the new house needs a deep clean before we move in. Can we use your housekeeper?" "You bought her a house?"

“Because I needed to be reminded of what matters.” Cassian tilted his head. “And what’s that?” I looked toward the open balcony doors, where the moon hung low and cold above the mountains. “That peace doesn’t come from power. It comes from what you’re willing to protect.” Cassian smiled faintly. “You really have changed.” “Don’t sound so surprised.” “I’m not.” Cassian clapped his shoulder once. “I’m proud.” I didn’t answer right away, but something in my chest loosened at the words.

A new generation, a new legacy. Later, as we lay in our bed, the moonlight streaming in through the window, I held Olivia close, my hand a gentle, protective weight on her belly. "I will protect you both," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "I will protect our pups. Nothing will ever harm you. This is the peace we fought for. This is home." She looked at me, her eyes filled with a quiet, unwavering strength. "We're in this together, Ronan. Always. Our peace is not a fragile thing. It's a living, breathing promise."