The War Of Art นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“They can’t. They wouldn’t—” “Don’t lie to her,” Kael said quietly. Bea’s hand came down on Jesse’s shoulder, grounding her. “Let’s not add fire to fear. We don’t know yet.” Ari, who’d been leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, finally spoke. “You guys keep spinning the same circle. It’s either bait or it’s not. Either way, they’re watching you, and the more you fight each other, the easier it is for them to win.”

Let the chaos of my art stain his perfect boxes. I sat back down before the mirror, picking up my palette knife with a steady, confident hand as the clock on the wall shifted to 1:20 PM. The countdown was ticking toward the final forty-eight hours, the false trail was closing in, and the cold war had settled into a freezing, high-stakes equilibrium that neither of us could escape. I had a monster to build, and for the rest of this long, silent afternoon, the clouds outside were going to have to watch me turn Peter Ambrose's perfect empire into a beautiful, ruined work of art.

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

Baldwin said. The meeting was dismissed and all the elders went back to their quarters while Baldwin went back to the pack ancestral library, he wants to read of all scenarios that caused a war in times past. He read through almost all the books only to find out that before the great purge, most wars were caused by packs having witches and after the great purge the problem became the moon diamond, everyone wanted the diamond to be in their possession, but the blood moon pack successfully won the battles and kept the moon diamond to themselves. Baldwin came up with an idea and smiled then said;

It was true that nobody else dared to lay a finger on me with him around, but William himself was the one who hurt me the most. He continued, "Do you remember when we first went to the border of Moria? At the time, we were nothing but subordinates working for the big boss. We used to go hungry and cold, and we got bullied, too. In order to protect you, I worked as hard as I could for six whole years. How could you leave me just like that?" Everyone in the area backed off when they saw William's crazed expression. Just moments ago, he was acting like a tough, intimidating big shot, and now, he was crying. The people nearby stared at me with awe.

I sat slowly, crossing my legs, my fingers tapping my knee. “What is this about?” I asked. Mama exhaled shakily. “My daughter…..I want peace…Real peace…Not this… this silent war you both are fighting.” I said nothing. “You girls grew up together,” she continued softly. “Shared the same food, the same room, the same laughter… And look at you now..tears and bitterness… Is this what you want?” I swallowed. “Morher…” She held up her hand. “No…Listen.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

She smirked at the thought of her new but dark ambition. As she walked deeper into the forest, Reina’s mind wandered back to how her thoughts had become an obsession and with her obsession came a dark ambition over these years. The thought of it sent shivers down her spine, but she couldn’t deny the thrill it brought her. She had always played by the rules, done what was expected of her, but now she wanted to break free from the constraints of societal norms.

"It was years ago that he killed the red dragon! Besides, war is not a one-man show, it's a group art." I looked into Jason's eyes and said, "Do you know what the Art of War is?" "Your Majesty, I'm a boor. I only know how to fight. I don't know anything about art." Jason shook his head and bowed. "The Art of War is that, like the theatre, it is full of lies and deceit, full of deception. Real reality is not the same as what you see as real. To be remembered in history, a battle requires not only wise men, brave warriors, but also a little luck. Some luck with an unexpected turn of events."

LYRA War is not what I thought it would be. I mean people always talk about how loud it is.. The truth is, it is really quiet. That is the part. Everyone says that battle is about screaming and fighting.. Real war is not like that. It starts with silence.. Waiting. It is the time before someone decides to stop being kind.

After a minute, I force myself to open my laptop again. The blank page returns. Waiting. Judging. Demanding productivity. I type the title. War and Peace: Understanding Opposing Perspectives Then I stare at it. And start laughing. Not because it’s funny. Because it feels like the universe is making fun of me personally. War and Peace. Cole and Logan. Chaos and stability. Impulse and patience. Two completely different perspectives. And somehow I’m stuck trying to understand both. I rest my chin in my hand and stare at the screen.