A Home For Lonely Souls Novels & Stories

Authoress POV Many things are being exposed. Henry and his wife, Peggy, live in a small and strange old town. So far the seed of Lucifer has been planted in the womb of Peggy, Henry's wife. Problems are now piled up for Peggy. She sees demons, witches, beasts and other mysterious creatures everywhere she goes. She no longer has peace of mind. So is the price to pay for being the chosen to carry the son of Lucifer. And through the Unknown POV we find out that Old Magritte and the herbal woman were demons all along.

“Not me, you—” “No! Please! Leave them alone!” “Shhh!” He hushed and Carys lips pressed tightly into a line. She shook her head, shutting her eyes. “We are in my space, the Blank Space and I had designed this place especially to escape death. So yeah, death reaches here, but slowly, very slowly. Slow enough for me to interrupt his path, disrupt his plan and escape his clutch. And the deaths I cause turn into soul ink that is used to sustain the Blank Space. Such souls don’t return to death or life cycle. They are forever lost in Blank Space. Like your precious mother, and all those who were turned into soul ink will forever be trapped in this space. How about we add their souls to this colle

As Rita's spiritual journey unfolded, she encountered a diverse array of souls along her path—each with their own stories, hopes, and dreams. Among them was a young woman named Amelia, whose vibrant spirit and fierce determination mirrored Rita's own. Amelia, too, had experienced her share of loneliness and heartache. Drawn to Rita's radiant presence and the wisdom she emanated, Amelia sought solace and guidance in their newfound friendship. Together, they forged a bond that transcended time and space, forming a partnership rooted in shared values and a mutual desire for growth.

"These flowers are truly beautiful, Johnson. Thank you for reminding me that there is still beauty and joy to be found, even in times of sorrow. I went back home to sleep and do some dishes, but feeling alone isn't easy at all The home that felt like laughter is now filled with sorrow and loneliness. After returning home, I felt a deep sense of loneliness. The house that once echoed with laughter and joy now feels empty and filled with sorrow. It was difficult to cope with this overwhelming feeling of being alone.

he says, walking out the cabin to call his parents. Walking over to my bathroom door I walk in and shut the door behind me. My bathroom is small, a small shower in the corner, my toilet a few feet infront my sink. A small rug with little flowers sits in the middle of the floor. I walk over to the mirror and look at myself, my eyes are red and swollen from crying. My hair is a mess and frizzy from everything that has happened. So many emotions are running through me right now, I feel like a volcano that is about to explode. Dumping lava over the surrounding lands. I know who I am by myself. I’ve grown to love being alone, to find comfort in the silence that fills my days. My grey blue eyes st

she holds her hands together begging me to say yes and I swear I feel a small piece of my heart die. She's 3 years old and begging for a Christmas tree for her birthday, what kind of mother am I? She deserves so much better than what she has, and yet things are only going to get worse. This place... our home is the only place that she's ever known. I've lived in my fair share of homeless spots and this place is the best but we have to leave after Christmas and start over in a new city where we won't know anyone and I'm dreading what that will do to her... she's going to be so sad.

Alone. As Selena approaches her family’s cottage, every step feels like schlepping through quicksand—the path to her house is laden with shadows… both literal and metaphorically. Her chest feels tight, as though her very breath is being squeezed out by invisible hands. The moon has risen, casting its pale light over the small, cozy house at Laketown. From outside, the warmth of home should comfort her, but instead, it feels like an illusion, a facade masking something darker, something grotesque.

A kitchen, huge TV lounge decorated with a wall TV screen that was attached to multiple gadgets of gaming consoles, music players, home theaters and much more. The bedrooms were decorated with glass walls, covered with thick curtains to prevent any eye watching the activities going on inside. It had a terrace too, facing two sides of the road with a corner. It was a home to the three of them. They were practically joined hip to hip, inseparable and insatiable. They were the HEART MIND and SOUL of each other, since childhood, throughout their high school, till now, excelled in their respective fields, yet madly in love with each other. Sounds crazy!

“Home?” I repeated in question. Home. I lived from one orphanage to another. I didn’t really have a permanent place to stay. I was alone but wasn’t lonely. I didn’t have a shelter of my own but I was home. For eighteen years, wherever I went, I was home. At first, I find it weird being comfortable with a new place at an instant, feeling home, but now I know why. It was because home was following me. Home doesn’t refer to a thing with doors and windows. Home is a person or even a ghost. Sadness slowly crept in my system. I just lost that home. Recently, I discovered that I got myself another home, Grip, but I lost them both right after another.

Her house was located in a strategic residential area, which showed she had put in the effort to choose wisely. She could still sell the house for a good price when she did not want to keep it anymore. The house had a minimalistic design, and every room in the house was rather large. However, it was apparent that the other two rooms were never occupied. Kayson continued to strengthen his darksoul. He performed his darksoul projection and found Noella in the next room. He was distraught, so he hastily changed his direction. His darksoul was already close to being fully formed by now, and it was growing at a rapid speed, especially after learning to perform Astral Porphura Meditation.