Novel & Cerita Amari Soul Reflections Of A Man

The estate smelled like blood and bourbon. The kind of scent that lingered even after the bodies were gone. Amara sat alone in her father's old study, the fireplace casting long, flickering shadows against the carved walls. She'd broken the glass of his framed photo. Now the shards lay scattered across the desk — just like every illusion she'd ever held about him. “You worked with the devil,” she whispered, staring at the cracked image of Rafael Varela. “And you let him kill you.”

You’re stronger than you know. Amara wiped her face. Another message popped up—this one from Tessa. Tessa: How’s your soul? She smiled faintly and typed back: Amara: Trying to remember who I was before all this. Still searching. She didn’t send it immediately. Her thumb hovered over the screen. She added another line: Amara: He wrote me a letter before all this began. I read it again tonight. Pause. Then send. Almost immediately, Tessa replied. Tessa: Then hold on to that version of yourself. The one he saw. The one who still exists beneath the weight.

I’d swore to break her in soul and spirit but that won’t be achievable when she’s ill or dead. No, I won't let that happen. Where is the fun in giving her an easy way out? I won’t allow it she’ll live to eat the bread of her tribulation. “I thought you would never ask even though your eyes were questioning since you came in. Your slave is doing well I helped her with some black tea to aid her sleeping when she woke up a few minutes ago.” Amari the healer says cheerfully sitting on her stool and stirring something in her cup, she’s the oldest servant around here and I grew up drinking her herbs and for a fact, she’s a renowned herbalist.

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...

His gap-toothed smile gleams under the dim lighting, glowing in admiration for her jokes. She must be hilarious. Perhaps, a comedian. And me? Well, just a drained puppet, strings cut loose, waiting to collapse. It’s been over an hour, and we haven’t exchanged a single word. My presence here feels suffocating, like an unwanted shadow. I remember all the times I confronted him. And yet, he always twisted it around, making me believe I was overthinking. He said I was being insecure. That Maria was just a friend. That I needed to trust him.

Nemiah bumped to his hard chest and she smelled the nasty blood on his clothes. Amaris thought that she was acting to avoid his questions. “Hey? What’s with you now?” He gasped scornfully. Nemiah’s head was still whirling, but she raised her chin to meet his eyes. The flickers of fire were reflecting to his iris, only then she noticed that he has the same amber eyes with the kid she had in her vision earlier. Amaris also had the mole on his left cheekbone which she couldn’t brush off her mind. Little did she know that the man holding her at the moment was the same person she lost eleven years ago.

The sheer spiritual pressure radiating from her soul was so intense that the stone floor beneath her feet began to glow a deep, molten red, unable to contain the celestial heat. "You call him meat, Malphas," Amora said. Her voice was no longer human, nor was it the growl of a beast. It was a terrifying, beautiful chorus that sounded like a thousand voices speaking in perfect unison, echoing from the walls, the floor, and the very sky above. "But he is the man who gave his soul so the South could live. And you are nothing but a thief in the dark." Amora tilted her head back. She opened her mouth, and from her glowing chest, she unleashed a roar.