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I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

It takes me three cups of coffee for me to feel halfway human. When I can finally move my head side to side and back and forth without it feeling like it’s going to fall off my body I go and take a shower hoping that it will help me sober up some more. Thank goodness I don’t have to go back to school or work until tomorrow so I can just lounge around the house and relax plus start to feel better after my loving, crazy friends got me drunk just to pierce my ears. After my shower, I head to the kitchen not for my normal coffee but for a nice cup of herbal tea then head back up to my room and I slide back into my nice comfy bed where I plan to stay all day. Thanks to my new buddy Liam I don’t get that chance. “Come on, beauty queen, get up we have work to do,” He says, opening up the curtains letting

Her long blonde hair that hung around her face and body had hints of blood in it from a wound just above her eye that hadn't quite been washed away by the rain. Looking into her big blue eyes that held not the single semblance of life Asher felt immediate sorrow. At such a young age she looked years older as if she had experienced so much more than someone her age should have. It was so much more than he himself could fathom. At the age of eleven Asher Roth had lived a pretty peaceful life alongside his older brother Mason and his parents Kathy and Clinton. Being the sheltered child that he was he had never experienced anything bad. His parents deeply loved one another and could hardly keep their hands off each other, while his brother was a typical over achieving high school student with outstanding grades and many awards from sports and academic competitions. His family was well known in the neighborhood and well loved.

Erika couldn't answer what Lei said to the two of them, telling them the real story of the war that had killed Erika's parents. "My niece will help you get over what you're going through with your daddy before I help you awaken your powers. I hope that in time you'll accept who you really are. I know that won't be easy for you," Lei said, turning the book back to normal and handing it to Erika. Lei said that normal people couldn't read what was in the book because the book she gave him was not ordinary. "That book is only for deities except for my niece and I, so we can read it because we're not ordinary," Lei replied.

And then he pressed his power button and turned off his cell phone. 'No... so tell me, what were you doing in Australia? Where did you "move around the houses" there , Josie?' I grinned briefly and it was almost a laugh, which made him very happy and praise himself. I told him about the evenings on the beaches, around the campfire until it got light again. About my worst intoxication I've ever had and can hardly remember anything that evening. I told about the people I had met, especially my cousin's friends. I told about my internship at my uncle's, where I had to help and was more concerned with making coffee for others. I talked about the wonderful country and the animals I saw there and that I really wanted to go back. Yes, I talked and talked and eventually TJ talked. I only noticed when his voice filled the room again that I was talking non-stop and he hadn't said a word yet.

Since the day I'd arrived at Sant'Anna Orphanage, Jessica had been the only one who bothered with me, who stood up to the bullies, who made me feel less alone in the world. I'd gone to my boyfriend first, desperate for help. Instead, I'd found him in bed with another woman, my belongings already thrown out like garbage. If it weren't for my good friend Sophia providing me with this kind of job, I'm afraid I would have truly lost hope in life. "Come on, bring out your killer moves," Sophia Marino shouted. Sophia is my best friend. At this moment, she was deliberately tugging at my neckline, making it more revealing. "Stop dragging your feet like you're walking to your own execution."

" I looked around and realised that the winds blowing made all the leaves surround me in a circular manner Like they were engulfing me to soothe me The water in the lake looked a lot more blue Like blue lights were being emitted by the water The old man passed me a reassuring smile "She is here son watching you....telling you she is here with you...." I found an unknown courage inside me and got up on my feet "Don't worry Ezra your mate is coming ....you can't die unless your wolf defeats me.....the thunder wolf may have power of thunder but I have power of love.."

I manage to make it into the shower and turn the tap on before slumping to the floor. The waters so cold it makes my teeth clatter and my skin to break out in goosebumps. But the fire’s still burning. It burns my fingertips against my drenched clothes. It burns my touching thighs. It burns a path on my cheeks from the silent tears. It burns my lungs with every laboured breath. The perfect leather bound book scent hits me and sweet relief engulfs me the moment warm hands cup my cheeks. “Danika?” His voice is panicked. “What’s wrong?” He wipes the tears form my cheeks and I sob in relief.

Ground yourself, Lydia. There is this book Dr Sana gave me the last time I saw her. A self help book. It’s by a woman who was dealing with depression and she wrote about her therapy sessions and her thoughts. I Want to Die, But I Want to Eat Tteokbokki. Every time I read it, something settles inside me. It makes me feel like I’m not alone in the chaos of my own mind. So I picked it up from the counter where I had left it and started reading.

He paused briefly to let the applause fade. Erik held his book in one hand studying the front cover. "Try Again," Erik said, reading the title aloud. "Honestly, I don't know why I wrote this book. Of course I know why, but I mean why I specifically wrote it and who I wrote it for. It's definitely for someone sitting right here otherwise tonight will just be a wasted night. No amount of money can buy the human soul, that's one thing I love about it. We all care about making money and spending money too. In this book, the lead character is a man called Derrick Jefferson who has all the money in the world but could not save his soul when he goes into a coma after a car crash.

But deep down, I always felt like I didn't deserve any of this. How could someone like me—cast aside, forced to wash dishes to survive, and nearly trafficked to bear children for strangers—ever be good enough for Miles, who was a promising young researcher? But the funny thing was, even though I no longer remembered him, I couldn't help but fall for him again the moment I set my eyes on him. However, I finally saw the truth once those memories returned. He was the reason why I was in such a state! And now, he hadn't brought me back to make amends. He had only brought me back because he needed a test subject for the artificial kidney project.

She took the glass in one sip and passed it without making a gesture through the drink, which looked like liquid fire. “It's something I read in a book called “I fell in love with my guru”, From the title, I assumed it was a love novel, and in part it was, although it also had themes of self-help and spirituality. In one part, he explains that people are like magnets and that they attract things.” He filled the glasses again and looked at the bottle that was about to be empty.

I mistook his welled up eyes for pain but now I realise they shone in happiness that day. "I promise, Zee. You are my little brother. Welcome to the family." I gave him a bear hug and patted his shoulder. We finished our coffee while I told him about my childhood mischiefs. I found a book on the study table names 'A third serving of chicken soup for the soul' in Tamil version. I heard about this book is a heart touching one. I flipped the pages aimlessly. He came out changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants. "Do you read this? Or is it your thatha's book?"

He seemed lighter here, as if the sound of the waves could silence some of the demons he still carried. I wrote every morning on the wide veranda, my laptop on the rustic wooden table, the light breeze messing up my hair. My third book was taking shape — a story about survival, unconventional love, and the price of freedom. There was something in the salt air, in the rhythm of the waves, that released words the city kept trapped. It was in the second week that the cracks began to appear. The tension started with something seemingly simple: Matthew wanted to go to a beach party with a group of local teenagers he had met during his surfing sessions.

Shaurya said bye and left from there to his office. Here is the very first chapter. If you guys want to understand this book better ,please read "Untainted soul that suffered " first. It will help you . Here comes our hero. How's the chapter? Stay safe and healthy. Keep reading. Vote🔹️Comment 🔹️Share

As the night grew deeper, and as the chaos ended, with silence returning to the world, the dead girl opened her eyes”. I was felt out of ideas about what next to write in the second chapter, but I had already decided on what the name of the book will be - The Pacific Wolf Nun, that was a perfect name for it. I covered the book and joined Hazel in bed, cuddling myself up with him.

And while his cold gaze was turning the lava inside him into ice floes, it hurt to take the prize from the hand of the man he hadn't shaken his hand before. The lava emitted by the volcano that had just erupted inside had turned into ice. But a small part of smoldering will soon melt and disappear; He felt that the lava would run through his veins, burning all his cells. He didn't know why, but he felt that meeting with this man would be more frequent, and while he felt it, he didn't feel that the smoldering part of the lava spewed by that volcano was above his heart, he knew...

“ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENDING THIS BOOK HERE, WILL COME BACK WITH A SEQUEL.

“That’s fine, your morning breathe will probably suck the life out of me anyways, I might as well take the sofa.” The two soon returned to their usual interaction of playful teasing and bickering; finally at ease knowing that they were no longer alone… they had each other no matter what the future had in stored. However, when one soul was at peace, another was unconsciously seeking a resting place… At Acre Hills asylum, in the dead of night, the flashing shadow of a certain young man appearing in a gust of smoke, slowly approached the pale figure curled up into a ball at corner of the room, frantically chanting words of distress…

Khloe spoke and I gazed up at her with my eyebrow raised. Looking down at the book, I turned the pages and stopped at the latest note. The rest of the pages were still blank but with only a few notes then it would be complete already. I glanced at Khloe first and she motioned me to go on so I gripped the edges of the book and read every word on the paper: " Ocean soul sparkles and lingers Silent cries whispering to the air Golden mare gliding between my fingers Her vast agony is too much for me to bear