Amari Soul Reflections Of A Man 소설 & 이야기

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

Amaris looked between the King and the man on the floor. She was not sure if she had heard him right. Amaris pulled out of the King's grasp before he could restrain her, and stepped forward. She bent down and gently put a hand on the man's shoulder "Lyle?" She said softly. The man looked up and for the first time Amaris could see his face. Like many of the other men here, he had been beaten badly, but his beating was different. It was clear that his face and chest had deep lacerations. Amaris was shocked at the state of him and horrified and disgusted at what they had done to him and the state that he was forced to live in. If it weren't for the eyes, Amaris would not have known him.

My heart pounded against my chest as I waited for the owners of the footsteps to show up. And when they did, my mouth hung open and a gasp escaped from my mouth. This. . . The man in the middle. The smell comes from him! "Daddy," I heard Amaris purr inside my mind. His jet-black eyes stared at me with no emotions at all, and he opened his red lips to say something. What he said to me shook my entire core, "Mate." -----

“Who cares about what they say? Why? Can’t alphas have fun? And I bet those people who complain are those who failed to have a match in my events. Plus, thanks to me, we now have a place where we can all mingle. No divisions of packs, just pure fun.” I reciprocated the glare, “Would you leave me alone if I still refuse?” “No.” -- The loud music is ringing in my ears, making me regret going here even more. My wolf is pissed off at me and caved in. I don’t really mind. At least no one would bother me about that man. “Hey, I think you should tell Ruis about it.” It was the first thing Lyle told me when she saw me sitting by the corner. She sat beside me and placed her drink on the table. I shou

He needed him to argue and yell - whatever it took for him to process this without it killing him. So, he asked him again, muttering quietly, “Mani... Come on, you know you can talk to me.” But of course Armani refused. He sighed once more, tightening his grip on the glass before tipping his head back, swallowing down the rest of his drink in one mean gulp as if it would be enough to wash away everything he wanted to say, but couldn’t. And for a moment, one sweet moment, it worked. His head went silent. Every traitorous thought was left unfinished, each and every one of his worries feeling further and further away with each drop of alcohol that hit his tongue, fading away with all those drea

His throat was on fire. And his jeans were getting so painfully tight. It was like he couldn’t breathe. And Carson didn’t stop at it. He tossed the pants aside, and moved to the remote control turning the music system on. Nobody realized when he had attached his mobile phone to it. Because playlist neither belonged to Russell nor Daniel and the songs were so freakily insanely sexy. The couch was placed near the other wall facing mirror. A whole wall size mirror. It was kind of old style. Single sided arm rest. Wide for two people.

Amara saw the faintest trace of a tired, almost vulnerable smile flicker across his lips—a rare, unguarded moment of human satisfaction in a hard day's work. ​He then lifted a dark, heavy tool bag he had left nearby and walked back toward his wing, his powerful stride undiminished. ​Amara watched him go, the image of his raw, human exertion imprinted on her mind. It was a fleeting glimpse of the man who existed outside the sterile demands of the Valenti empire—a man who found solace not in opulence, but in breaking and rebuilding. It was a tiny crack in the fortress of his control, a human vulnerability that made him infinitely more dangerous and complex. She realized that the man who owned

Sometimes, the body remembers what the soul tries to forget. It wasn't the pain that broke me, but the way my body stopped belonging to me. Every unwanted touch was another crack. A piece of me vanishing without a sound. I arrived to Chicago months ago, and I still struggle to breathe. This city doesn’t embrace me—it watches me. Everything is clean, cold, precise. Neon lights flicker like fake stars, and the rain hits the windows with military discipline. It’s a world built to function, not to feel.