Amari Soul Reflections Of A Man นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I lunged forward, dropping heavily onto my knees, only to realize in a second of pure, unadulterated horror that the fragile figure lying in the center of the shattered pottery and steaming grey fluid was Amaris. “Amaris!” The growl tore from my parched throat in a rough, desperate rumble that echoed loudly across the empty corridor. I didn't give a single fuck about the protocols of the house, and I didn't even mind that the boiling-hot liquid soaking the floor under her body was instantly seeping through the fabric of my trousers, scorching the skin of my knees. I ruthlessly slipped my massive hand behind her narrow shoulders, pulling her limp, unconscious frame out of the broken ceramic s

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

He covers his face and recalls everything that took place moments ago. The doctors as usual took him in and started his shock therapy, they asked him over and over again about Isabelle and his reply to them was no different from the previous days. But this time there was someone new present among the doctors, someone whom he has never seen before. The man was in his late fifty’s, tall and well built, had scars on his face and looked like a hitch man right out of the movies. The man was observing Daniel very closely, not even for once did he look away from him. It was as if he was here to study him, Daniel found it very odd but knew nothing that was happening to him was right anyways.

She encountered the same face in the woods, the human she tried to harm when she partly shifted. Amara didn’t flinch when the woman walked towards her. She was crying in despair and mourning that she sets aside the fear she once felt towards the human. She hugged her knees and let her pain engulfed her wholly. “I’m not going to ask you about what happened to you, but I hope you at least try to eat. You’ll get weaker if you cry with an empty stomach.” She didn’t say a word. Amara stayed in that position while her tears continued running down her cheeks. She didn’t understand why it had to happen. Why did they kill her father and Killian? They had been good followers for years! They never diso

I cannot distinguish. Oh people, oh people… “Close my eyes and let me find a scent of the past. Take me back to the old poetic way. Let me meet the old man of my dreams. Or is it just a dream…” - Rio, can you help me get back there? - Ria, don't sink in! That world is not real. No matter what the people in her head were saying or doing, it wasn't real. She was only severely affected by living in it for so long.

She felt her heart skip a beat but almost immediately, another possibility rushed into her brain. She thought it could be possible that her body was also awake with Cherry's soul and Damien had fallen in love with her body really fast after picking her body up. She heard a low groan that stopped her thoughts. Damien was awake. He got off her shoulders and without a word, he looked away massaging his neck. Lucienne looked at him for minutes. "I know I am handsome, stop staring at me" His voice made her stop looking. She scoffed and looked away. "I am not staring at you, Mr. Damien Winston"

Rakesh replies, "Yes Payal someone says very true that men are so much foolish, even with a slight smile of girls they think they have gained that diva girl but truth is always something else" Rakesh got up and brought the violin from inside the camp and started playing it. First its tune was light and calm and later it turned up and its tune and melody just started mixing an environment, running stream, tall trees and calm greens. Payal was feeling this tune. Like it was anchored her heart and she felt like current is running down her spine. She was feeling every single wave disturbance by this tune. As Rakesh stoped playing the tune. And as Payal switched off from her imaginations. She

But the poor soul didn't even had time to enjoy her wedding in a blink of eye everything turned upside down. Inside the huge study room of Black's Manson a man is standing near the floor to ceiling window with a cigarette in one hand a whisky in another looking at the serenie beauty kneeling in front of his Manson. By looking at the scene a sharp pain is spreading over his chest reminding him the innocent beauty is not capable of hurting even a fly from some corner of his heart but his arrogant calculative business mind refuses to believe the poor soul.

I open my eyes and focus on the pull of the link and open it to everyone of my people in the underground facility. “My people, here me. I am here to save you all. I will get you all to safety. No one will be left behind. We will bury our dead together. Please hold on, I am here.” I say when I hear groans and whimpers, some shrieks, and hisses through the link. I search for Artemis’s link and find it, but it’s weak. No, she is dying. I push to feel Perla and hers is the same.

Each step he took was heavy like he was dragging the weight of a hundred ghosts with him. Amaris watched the way his hands curled unconsciously into fists and his shoulders held tight as if he were keeping his fury caged beneath his skin. He was no longer the curious boy she had given away in quiet pain. No longer the bruised teenager she had tracked through the files of the Brotherhood watching helplessly as he was shaped into steel by a world that never deserved his softness. He was a man now formed by grief and sharpened by betrayal and crowned in blood. And Basha had made it worse. So much fuckinb worse that she wished she could strangle the old morherfucker.