Novel & Cerita Amari Soul Reflections Of A Man

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

The man you’re supposed to share your mind, body, and soul with? Alexander gripped Amari’s jaw and wrenched her face towards him. He was prepared to hurl insults at Amari, but he wasn’t prepared to see the deadened look in her eyes. She appeared completely detached from reality. He had broken her. That smolder lit again in his chest. “Load her into the SUV,” he ordered. **********

Then finally, a man stepped out of the darkness. Tall. Elegant. Black coat. Black gloves. And when he smiled, Amara felt cold all over. Because she recognized him instantly. No. No no no. Memories suddenly flashed violently inside her head again. White rooms. Doctors shouting. Children crying. And that same man standing behind the glass watching them. “Synchronization levels increasing.” “Proceed with Subject A.” Amara stumbled backward. Adrian caught her immediately. “Amara?” Her breathing shook violently. Because she remembered him.

her eyes flick away from me and back. “Five? H-How old are you, Amari?” She smiles, “Well, next month I will be a hundred and sixty-two.” I feel my mouth drop. She doesn’t look like she could be older than thirty. A thought occurs to me, “Amari, i-if you’re almost a hundred and sixty-two...how short are my lifetimes? That’s an average of a little over thirty years per life.” “It’s a conversation for another time, Iok- Kas,” she pauses for a moment, “I know time is of the essence, but actually, I think having this conversation now may actually help you heal your friend.”

They were beautiful, but it would be more beautiful if Syne appeared. Unfortunately, she wasn't the one who appeared. "I don't think Syne loved butterflies," The voice added, still not showing his face. "Who is he?" I asked Fermine. "You told us Syne loved butterflies!" Via added. "Are you kidding us?" "I think it's more of Uriel since he usually turned the souls into butterflies before they reincarnate," The voice explained. His voice is baritone and I can say it is full of sarcasm. "Who are you?" Via pulled out his knife even though I knew we were nothing against them. "Where is my brother?"

The times that Amar missed the most. “Can I be your crutch, honey, if I'm breaking myself right now. Can I give you happiness again, if I have forgotten to smile at this time. Because I lost the daughter I loved so much. How can I wipe my tears, if I myself am still crying in my heart.” Amar's heart ached at the feeling he was currently feeling. Half of his soul was gone. His enthusiasm was gone. Even meeting his wife, Amar is still not strong. Because of the sense of loss he felt. Amar clenched his fists. He felt currently really weak as a husband and father. Amar walks away leaving his wife alone first. He would meet his wife when the time was right. While on the way, Amar crosses paths wi

“She suffers her consequences.” “Your animosity towards her is going to kill your wolf!” Amari has carelessly raised her voice against her Alpha. Her hands had immediately covered her mouth. “I am sorry, Alpha. Please excuse me.” Amari quitted his chamber right after. He is about to finish his drink, but he could not. Instead the liquor spills over the brink of his glass before a sound of shattering filled the corners of his room. “This is insane! Totally insane!”

“I guess painting is my way to express my emotions.” Rhys leaned visibly intrigued. “I wonder what you feel.” Amara smiled. “It's like dancing with the whispers of your soul, letting the world see your vulnerabilities without saying a word.” Whichever, and wherever he tried to look, his senses were engulfed by her intoxicating scenes—peonies and something deliciously addicting. The more he walked away from his darkness, he was getting closer to her light. He absently nodded not relating to her. “Poetic much.”

But to me, he was just a soulless devil. Do you remember the time when you were 11 and I was 9, we got so dirty when we played out in the rain in the garden? Dad called us inside and he told us to go clean ourselves up and he will take care of me? I grabbed your arm and told you please stay and you said it's fine, and you'll be back. Guess what? He took care of me real good. It was real slow like time stopped and I felt like my soul left my body and I was watching myself from the outside. Crying, soaking wet, and cold. He was oh so gentle, it was torture. I kept hoping, wishing, praying, and begging you will open the door of the bathroom and check in with me but you never came and my soul th