A Soul To Heal Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He pulls me closer, and my mind is somewhere in a bedroom across town, in the shape of hands that weren't his. "You good?" he asks. "Just tired." He kisses my shoulder and doesn't ask again, and I lie there a long time after he's fallen back asleep, listening to him breathe, hating how easy it is for him to trust me. --- POV: Kai The morgue is colder than I braced for, though I don't know what I thought I was bracing for. My mother's hand is locked in mine the entire walk down the corridor, her grip tighter than I've ever felt it.

Sarah who had stood from her seat stepped forward so she was standing chest to chest with Asher now. "Listen to me carefully." She purred placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're precious woman is in much deeper than you could even begin to imagine." Impossible. Everything coming out of this woman's mouth was just her own delusion, it had to be. The thought kept Asher grounded as he tried to process everything. "You're just trying to screw with my head." He insisted trying to keep his voice confident, but try as he might the doubt he was feeling bled through.

But only to wake up the next day and say, “I will be fine. I will fight this.” This is a very personal fight, a very personal journey. You will have people trying to help you, talk to you, hug you, and love you. But the truth is no one can heal the scars that only your soul can feel. You have to touch the bleeding wounds on your own. You have to suffer that pain inside. You have to find a way to cure it. It’s you, and only you who can save you. A million things will explode in your head. You will want to scream out in frustration. You will know that you are drowning, and you won’t be able to even try to swim. It gets that messy in your head. But you will figure it out, eventually. And you wi

It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body. Is this it? I am a devil? The fact that the words of the Holy Bible is slashing my flesh like knives and the holy water like acid burning through my flesh are evidence enough that I have finally lost my last straw of humanity. I tried to hold on to it, for the sake of one last chance on earth, to feel human, to feel loved and to belong, but this, this is not me. I am no longer Hannah, I am the devil himself. My heart is aching not because of the torture the priest is subjecting me to, but because of the hurt I feel, as I feel my last chance to have a happy normal life, slipping away from me.

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

I chuckled, removing my hand from her lower back “Little one, he is a wolf, he will heal just fine in time, he won’t need a band-aid by the time he gets back home to us” I shook my head in a no motion “The band-aid is for his soul” Soul? My eyes grew wide “What do you mean?” I asked. “His soul has a crack in it, and it needs to be fixed before it breaks more” I knew only one way a crack can happen, he had been revived, once a soul is placed back in their body, it's damaged, doomed to break and once broken, the soul disappears as if it never existed in the first place. I placed my hand on Beth’s shoulder spinning her around to face me, both hands gripped each of her slender shoulders “What d

she demanded. “She’s not physically injured,” another voice cut in calmly. It was the healer. The young one with ancient eyes she stepped forward, her gaze locked onto me. “But her soul is.” I didn’t understand what that meant and I didn’t care because the pain still felt like I was dying. Knox tightened his hold on me. “Fix it,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. The healer didn’t react to his tone, she simply knelt beside me. “Easy,” she murmured.

The healers descended on us, gently moving me aside as they worked over him, hands glowing with energy. “He’s been poisoned,” one muttered grimly. “But not in the body…” Another stepped forward, her face pale. Her voice trembled. “It’s soul poison,” she said. “His spirit has been disconnected from his physical form. He’ll survive but not as himself. Not like this. He’ll remain unconscious unless the poison is reversed.” “No,” I whispered, collapsing to my knees. “There has to be something you can do.” I reached for his hand, squeezed it tight.

“Certain things are attached to emotions… Those I can help ease. But your biggest pains? Your father made sure he injured your soul. He wanted to break you… and every time you came to see me, I saw your soul crack more and more…” “Mmm…” I murmur, my eyelids winning the battle as they fall. “Did you see it when it finally broke?” “The soul is not so easily broken when you are as stubborn as a man as you are, Alpha Liam,” I scoff. “Then you are not looking hard enough.” Her hands grab my cheeks, and my eyes fly open, locking on hers as she stares at me. She smiles and shakes her head. “You aren’t breaking anymore, you are healing. It’s about damn time you found some goodness in your life. Try