The Trouble With Peace Novels & Stories

My fists were tight under the table, knuckles white as I listened to the back-and-forth. The Rossis had been at me for months, sending their people to block my shipments, picking off my men like we were nothing more than pests. And now they wanted to talk about peace? I leaned forward, clearing my throat. “Look, I’m a lover of peace as much as the next guy. I don’t go looking for trouble. But when trouble comes to me, I don’t shy away from it.”

I had somehow hoped she would ask me to run to Zac with open arms and we’ll live happily ever after. My forehead creased with worry. Counselor: Does this second man bring you peace? I can tell she doesn’t like Zac. Me: He brings a lot of drama and chaos. Counselor: You have the answer you’re looking for, Joy. I felt tears prick my eyes Me: Why am I not truly happy then if I’m making the right choice? Why doesn’t he make me feel the way the second man does? A minute passed before she replied. Counselor: Choosing peace might seem boring but it would make you grow in love safely.

That way, you won't have to worry about Kerrigan even if you get intimate with me. From what I could see, she seemed to be telling the truth. My resolve was shaken. If things were as she said, me getting intimate with Shanine wouldn't matter much. As if reading my thoughts, she slowly traced circles around my groin with her finger. It made me stiffen up and want nothing more than to pin her to the ground right there and then. "Mr. Turner, stop fighting it. You're already incredibly hard. Let me help you release that tension, okay?"

"You are the calamity woven into his fate. If you do not resolve it, all your efforts will be in vain." "Whether you repeat the tragedy or forge a new path, the choice is yours." When I woke, the cracked charm in my palm was proof that it was no dream. This life, I won't make the same mistakes. No matter the cost, I will ensure my Alpha has a life of peace and happiness.

“The only problem is that everything you just listed is something you’ll have more time for. You never once said you’ll be happier.” I looked down at my hands. “I don’t know if happier is realistic.” “What is?” “Peace.” She was quiet for a second before saying, “People spend a lot of time pretending those are the same thing.” The thought lingered between us. “I don’t think Dean was wrong.” “He wasn’t.” “I wasn’t wrong either.” “I know.” “Then why does it feel like somebody lost?” She nudged my shoulder gently. “Because sometimes there isn’t a villain. Sometimes two people are both telling the truth, and it still isn’t enough.”

Raymond glanced toward her. “And now?” She looked across the lake thoughtfully. “Now I think chaos just became so normal that peace felt unfamiliar.” A quiet understanding passed between them. Because both knew exactly what she meant. People adapted strangely to survival. Pain became routine. Fear became an expectation. And eventually calm itself started feeling suspicious. But standing here now beside Raymond while evening settled gently around the cottage, Tricia realised something important. Peace was not empty. It was healing. The difference mattered. Raymond rested his forearms against the porch railing beside her. For several moments neither spoke again. The silence between them had be

Something that no amount of negotiation or strategy or love can protect us from. The Zurris and the Rossis have been at war for three generations. Peace is new territory, unmapped and dangerous. And the thing about peace, I've learned, is that it makes you vulnerable. It makes you believe in happy endings. I pour another drink and raise my glass to the darkness. "To tomorrow," I whisper. The city doesn't answer. It just keeps breathing, keeps watching, keeps waiting. Like it always has.

I waited for him to throw tantrum or say something rude or pull me back in his arms but he didn't. "Then go ahead, I don't care at all... at least I will get peace for sometime." He said from behind, without caring that how deeply his words has hurt me. My eyes misted with tears gathering in my eyes. So, I am the stress he is glad to get rid of. He gets peace when I am not near him, It's okay Kristie. You will be fine. I walked towards the bathroom, banging the door shut behind me. All I wanted was him to stop sulking and he wants to get rid of me. Fine I will never cross before his eyes again.

She nodded and disappeared inside. Night deepened. The lake reflected starlight. Zenith leaned into me again. “You’re going to exhaust yourself if you fight them,” she said quietly. “I am not fighting them.” “You are growling at them.” “That is different.” She laughed again. And despite everything....Despite the Watchers. Despite Xavier. Despite probing and recalibration and political maneuvering, peace slipped in through the cracks. Because no matter how powerful external enemies become…There is something strangely grounding about being irritated by the people who love you.

Mira moved to stand between us. Her voice calm. “We’re not at war right now.” “No,” I said. “But we’re not safe.” “No.” She took a steady breath. “Then we use this time.” Kael nodded. “So we’re ready when it ends.” The ground trembled again. Stronger this time. Closer. The pause was thinning. And as the walls held for now. And the council found its footing. One truth settled deep. Peace had come. But it didn’t plan to stay.