Worldpeace Stories

A sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.

Dear reader, I, by the virtue of fate, the divine deity, know all future paths scattered on all useless holy papers to crush down people with information that they can't defy, yet try. Truth obliterates us all, something we don't want to accept but are bound to see, that such truth has become our own tragedy of fate. Existence, written to only be flawed by puppeteering, yet I wrote characters hoping for them to rewrite endings that I already foretold and saw. Hoping that one day they will save or defeat my ending of truth, so that I no longer will need to walk through the ruins of places I once cherished deeply, knowing that I can't stop traveling down memory lane. These characters were my sense of pride and joy; now they've emerged into my literary world. Although they won't see it as a curse, I do. I don't think they'll fully understand my perspective; however, they are in the theatre of lies and truths scattered around. I'm not the eye of the beholder or beauty, but most definitely the cruelest of all. I'm a curse that knows all types of endings, has seen it all from different viewpoints, and still has a feeling I don't want to make it to the end. I really wonder if I'm truly in control of myself, or am I the puppet being decided for by someone else? I truly apologize for the fates I've read for a few people who met their end in slow wave tides of dread. Caring about how one should end up, but that's not my place, is it? I merely see past what others seem to miss. I can't control how one should live, but why does it feel like humans place their trust in me to actually do that? I'm not inside their perspective; I'm outside, living, trying to uphold my own emotional dam that's about to explode. My feelings aren't considered, nor my boundaries, though I'm still needed selfishly. I can't live, so I put fictional, layered prints of words that I wish to be my rebirth, my start to my own deity duties and life.

A world where world wonder's exist. Miracle and Magic were part of the modern world. They built history together in serenity. It was peaceful until something went wrong. something tried to shake the world greatest power. the core existence that hold all the fatal element from the world was corrupted by an unknown entity. All the nation stand to protect their own kind, everyone started to be skeptical of others, believing the one who started this catastrophe must be someone outside their troupes. But no one can actually understand what is happening. There is a prophecy that said the one who can end this doom was someone with the eye of the star. An ancient race that has been extinguished from the history. Someone that has the bloodline remains inside...

𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑬𝑫!! "You're so ugly, first time that I saw you, I had to rush out the doors." "Damn, the mirror worked too well i guess." 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 - the scion of the Desmond family. 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫 - the telepath hunted by a lab. What if Anya never got chosen by Loid, and was kidnapped once again? 𝘈 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴. Could she have been robbed of her chance for a truly normal, ordinary life? How would the dynamics change, and the emotions that come with it? "𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚊'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐?" "𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑." ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ!: The original series Spy X Family is written by Tatsuya Endo and published by Viz Media. I do not own any of the pictures, however there are some original characters. Undergoing severe editing and thank you for reading this! I

It didn't start with a Pulse, it started with an idea that revolutionized everything, changed everything. a connection.... and even a four way relationship between four women, not even that; a destiny shared. Four hearts bound by each other...one mind, one body, one soul. Four Paths into one shared purpose, a shared Beat/Pulse. A connection that would unite the world with sound, not just a country or a group of people during a tournament. The Pulse Dominion Tournament, a tournament to shape the fate of the world as we know it When a connection between four women, four souls; changed everything. .....

I hear cries...in the middle of the night

It's a genuine tale about the pandemic malady of Corona Virus that began from Wuhan, China at December 2019 which has now spread everywhere throughout the world. More then thirty Thousand people lost their life and still counting because of this infection which has been speculated as might have been spread by bat which is the most noticeably terrible emergency that the world looked in a century. The world is going into downturn and the vast majority of the nations has bolted the fringes and the nation to forestall the spread of this infection. Because of this lock down more then twenty five million people lost their jobs.

Moon Junhui, the Moon god absolutely hated Xu Minghao, the Sun god and vice versa. They hated each other's guts and held grudges against each other. This caused problems in the mortal world as a result, the King of Gods decided to arrange their marriage with each other to bring peace. With the fate of all creations hanging in the balance, will their forced union heal the cosmos, or will their grudges ignite a love more powerful than the gods themselves? #2 in World Peace (9 Aug 2025) #6 in Grudges (9 Aug 2025) #bxb #JunHao #Moon god x Sun god Started:-6 Aug, 2025 Completed:-5 Sep,2025 ©All rights reserved

A story that reveals the natural beauty of life, human connections and kindness. A one of a kind story that embraces similarities between human beings and the value of teaching from a generation to another. A short story with a charm that will hopefully be endearing to your eyes, and that will provoke thoughts. Nature lovers will especially enjoy this story. Please feel free to share this one! Forever grateful and thank you for reading. Lots of love. F.H.

A kid named jack wishes for world peace

When the science of medicine is perfected, all medicine distribution gets controlled, and every person takes a certain color vitamin on a set schedule and time every day. Whatever color vitamin that day is, has made it so they're only seeing that color until the sun rises then they take their next color as the day resets at sunrise. Whatever they are wearing, wherever they are going, anything they eat, and etc; they are only able to visualize one accent color each day. Until a pair meets at a club one night and they both forget to take the next vitamin at the right time the next morning. Then their next day is overlapped and they are visualizing with two colors. Their curiosity doesn't stop there and they begin to question the science they've always been taught. Eventually they are perceived as crazy and they get ostracized and sent to live with the other outcasts. With a bigger number of curious misfits and surviving only on natural resources and without any vitamins they have to grow foods of different colors and learn how to make their own health and wellness recipes. They begin experimenting and exploring with the colors. Learning how the colors effect which emotions, what happens when someone takes too little or too much of each color, until they learn how to attain a healthy balance of every color and reach enlightenment and plan a way to show everything that's been hidden or unknown to everyone before.

These are my thoughts on wars happening all throughout the world for boundaries.

(first write) Just me writing my thoughts. Dark ones included. (If you don't like dark stuff or in an hyper mood, then don't read this.) Also, thinking about deep thoughts here, so...err...read at your own risk? If you want to tell me something about yourself, you can comment or dm me. I don't mind and will be quite glad for a new person to speak to. Thank you. (first edit) Moooood~ Mogeeeeee~ Everyone goes BOOM~ Die, sussy bakas~ Screw grammar and spelling~ This girl is on fireeeeeeeeee~ I really want to have a pair of sharp scissors to not stab someone~ ....I miss everyone. Nah, they can go f- themselves~ ....Mood. (second edit) Why are you here? Just leave. You won't find entertainment here anyways, unless you're a sadist or something. Leave.

one girl. many gifts . many thoughts . many obstacles . cyllaea is going to become the worlds most powerful woman and Julian is going to help her . what will she do with her power ? join me as a write a masterpiece of words to create a vividly meaningful story in your head .

Anya a not so typical teenager who despite of being only 15 cares so much about world peace. She takes us into her journey of the world the she dreams to be! A peaceful one, where there is no fights in the Middle East, no boomings happening in Ukraine, no killing because of race and religion and a place of where millions don't have to die every year because of hunger! Reality sadness her, so she tries to embed her dreams into the real world! Would she succeed? What obstacles does she face and how does he over come them?! Join Anya's fight for peace in the world, specially where she originally comes from, the Middle East!

So many of us want world peace but we continue hating many things in life. Yeah not everyone will like us and they may even hate us and the right thing to do I these particular situations is letting them hate us, make them jealous. They are just jealous of our highs, so they can knock us down. Inspired from Selena Gomez's Revival. And we gotta choose to let ourselves become stronger and bigger than the bullies and the haters in our world. Haters are confused admirers. But putting the haters aside, in order to achieve world peace everyone including the haters and work our best to contribute our individual parts to achieve world peace. Yes the world is a big world with so many people, so we gotta work together to work towards little and big progress with achieving it! And it will take a lot of time!

Silas's first letter to Thessaloniki

a fantastic but sadly false story