The Trouble With Peace Novels & Stories

That time, I believed that there was promises need to be kept. I went out, running and waiting for the bus to arrive in the terminal. I was consistently tapping my right foot to the ground as a sign of not boredom but anxiety because for sure, Roz and Lexy would be mad at me. So, when the bus arrived, I hopped in but an incident delayed everything. The man before me was having a fight with the driver, I really didn’t know what was happening, and that’s why I intercepted. Even just a touch from my hand to any part of their body, everything will be fixed. Madness will be gone. Irritation will be changed. Sadness would fade away and harmony and love would reign above all else. When peace reside

I sighed, rubbing my temples. Peace had come to Galahad. But peace, I was beginning to understand, could be just as dangerous as war. Because it gave you time to feel. And feeling… that was something I wasn’t built for. Not anymore.

he replied, and then shrugged like none of my words really bothered him. I hated that weird calmness he had, it was as if nothing could shake him. it was an attribute that I badly wanted to have. Before I could clap back, Peace who was checking out an art piece at the other side of the room, appeared beside me, her eyes darted between us with curiosity. “What’s happening here?” “Nothing,” Noah and I both replied at the same time, making Peace’s brows shoot up. “Mhm,” she hummed, clearly not buying it.

I forced myself to be happy, to be there for my child along with Theo because I knew that a quiet like this, this type of peace, didn’t last long. This type of peace to me was terrifying. Because trouble always followed.

She never expected to have the foundation of her last fifteen years dug up again. Dr. Sarah leaned forward. “The work we can do, if you want to keep coming, is about discovering what to do with the peace. It’s often harder. War gives you a clear enemy and a clear mission. Peace, on the other hand, is open-ended. It asks you who you are, not who you’re against.” Wren stood up. “I don’t have an answer.” “That’s okay. Sit with it for as long as you can and see what comes up.”

The first thing I learned about peace was that it never arrived quietly. It didn’t slip in through open doors or announce itself with relief. It came disguised as routine. As repetition. As the slow, uncomfortable realization that nothing was chasing us anymore—and that somehow felt worse. The compound was awake before the sun. It always was. Engines growled low in the yard as men tuned bikes and argued over nothing important. Coffee brewed strong and bitter in the kitchen. Someone laughed too loudly, the sound bouncing off concrete walls that had heard far worse things.

" Huh? But how?" " See they all think that I am doing something to you". " Really"?. Peace sat up a bit and as making me to nod my head in agreement. Peace frown and pouted out her lips immediately.. " Haven't you already done something to me"?. " Me? What have I done to you"? I asked her confused at her words. " This". Peace pointed on her tommy. " You see, this is all your food, I crave so badly for all this type of food because you did this to". Peace was starting to raise her voice and I knew that her mood was beinging to swing towards irritation so I had to quickly clam her down.

Even Mateo made an appearance, dropping off a bottle of expensive whiskey with a gruff, “Don’t celebrate too hard.” By evening, it was just Noah and me again, curled up on the couch, a movie playing softly in the background. I traced idle patterns on his chest. “Think it’ll last?” Noah’s fingers stilled in my hair. “What?” “This.” I gestured vaguely. “The peace.” He exhaled, pulling me closer. “Nothing’s ever perfect.” I knew that. Knew there would always be threats, always be challenges. But for now— “It’s enough,” I whispered.

I wouldn't even be able to see Alex ever again or show my face to his family so yes, I am proud of myself. "Peace, I finally called out. Can we live here forever, just you and I, away from the world and its problem?" "By that, if what you meant is you want to die here, then trust me, I will handle your funeral perfectly. Now get up and let's get going." "Ugh! I hate you." "Yeah, whatever makes you sleep at night." Peace drags my ass into the car as she drives us back home. "Do you have to be so bitter?

Estelle smiled, her tone light. "Soon, very soon. It wasn't easy waiting for Vincent to be out of the way. Now, the four of us can finally take a trip and relax together. Let's forget all the unpleasant stuff. "He's been detained. Even if it's quick, it'll still take at least three days before he gets out. We should make the most of it and enjoy ourselves. I even bought a camera for a few grand so we can take some nice family photos." The man across from them leaned in and kissed Belle on the cheek, smiling warmly. "Miss me, sweetheart?"