Amari Soul Reflections Of A Man 소설 & 이야기

The reflection in the mirror pressed. Without hesitation, he grabbed an overdose of the medication which he held in his hands, and grabbed a glass of water. Just when he was about to gulp it down his throat, a voice shouted from the mirror again. “ Why do you want us to end like this?” This made him stagger backward at the spot. It was another reflection of himself– a calmer one with eyes full of guilt and regrets. One which yearns for a chance to correct his errors. “ I will be waiting for you.” Alixies's last words re-echoed and the voice from the mirror pressed on.

“I can’t Amari. Stop with your crazy ideas. I don’t have the strength and confidence to do that.” “Simple problem needs simple solution girl. Alcohol will do the trick.” She smiled devilishly. As gullible as I am, I did what Amari said without thinking of the consequences. Therefore, I am here now, regretting my actions. “I really wanted the ground to just swallow me whole.” “Don’t be such a drama queen. I bet he was just shy.” Amari said while still smiling like an idiot. “Humiliation will definitely kill me right now Amari.”

blue soul:- it all in your hand, it your life do what you want, your life has only your control, even I can't control your life either god, I believe in you master you will find a right answer for you, I sould sleep now, don't let it overtake your soul, because if your soul hurt than it may cause bad effect on me too. ariel trying to sleep but he starts singing a song, if you just see through my soul, I wonder what will you find, I want to become glass so you can see what I am made of. what you see, my beating heart or pain and suffering. I might be cold to you but I can't see your hope wasted in vain. whenever I gain memories, I still think it is not enough, for you and me I want to become

Yes it was, with Amirah it had been. "Is it me? Am I unlovable?" He asked as soon as the thought came into his mind. Ummul Khair laughed humorlessly, "are you sure I'm the right person to ask?" He stared back at her, confused. "God! Men are so dumb. I love you Muhammad so no, you're not unlovable, Amirah just doesn't know what she has." He sat down stunned, he had no idea what to tell her. "I'm sorry." She waved her hand dismissevely before standing up, Muhammad avoided looking at her as he suddenly found the talk show on TV interesting... Who knew yellow watermelons existed? Mind-blowing indeed.

Jamaal and mystery man. ******

I flex my biceps with observation and turn to the side to reflect on my lean figure. Even if it was the hardest thing I've ever done - consistently hitting the gym really paid off eventually. The gym to gain muscles and swimming to keep lean and fit. I turn the knob and let the cold water snap me out of my discomfort from the dream. Now that it's been a while since I woke up, I've already forgotten a few details which I'm thankful for. However, I still remember the men. A silvered eye man. Somewhere along the dream, I had ended up in a forest with Torin. I didn't see why or how I got there, but the man from my dreams was definitely unsettling. An x shaped scar down his eyebrow and cheek, gol

“What do you find inside Amari’s head?” “Amari? Who is Amari?” Phantom and Malikul were asking two sets of different questions. Both were valid. Both were also important. “First off, Amari is someone we collected during the battle just recently.” She answered Malikul’s question first. “Second of all, I can’t quite put my fingers on his memory. It was jumbling, disoriented as if someone purposely cast a distorted spell on him.” “Do we have that kind of spell?” Malikul wondered. “It will be dangerous.”

“She had to.” He reached out to grasp the shard — and the memory fought him. Pain seared his arm as the shard pulsed violently, trying to reject him. But Soreth held on, dragging it closer until the pain blurred into clarity. A final image burned behind his eyes: a man kneeling beside the Soulbound woman — his hand on her heart as he whispered something lost to time. And then she disintegrated into light. Soreth staggered back, breath ragged. The shard dissolved, leaving a thin scar of black across his palm — as though it had branded him.

And we both know that it’s over, and Amari’s trust in him fell at the edge of the cliff and breaks apart. “Leave.” I glanced at Amari. His eyes tell it all, disappointment, anger, and sadness of what he has witnessed from the man he thought was his father. I deeply wanted to apologize for the violence he saw, but he has to see it. We should fight. We can’t just be chained to these people and I have to stand on my own. And the only thing for me to convince my son was to break his trust with Martini, it may sound selfish, but I know he’ll understand why I am doing this.

My muscles stiffened and my feet froze to the ground. “But don’t worry,” Amara continued. Her voice was sweet and soft as silk—but none of it sat right. “I can give it all back to you. I can show you who you really are and where you came from. Where you belong. You are the best thing the Divine Spirit ever created. My masterpiece.” Her fingers trailed over my neck and I flinched, willing myself to rip away from her grasp. Then she pressed on the dark mark I’d carried my entire life.