Novel & Cerita Amari Soul Reflections Of A Man

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

I answered, calmly staring at him with no fear. "What?!" "What?!" "And I want you to leave us alone from our date." I request, but he growls in anger. "No! She's mine!" The man says more violently and stares at Reyna in betrayal. "She wasn't yours when you rejected her," I state, as Reyna kept herself quiet between us. "How would you know? You're human!" He cries, trying to believe Reyna had moved on. "Mates & rejections don't mix well in the werewolf world," I reply, letting him know that-

In her left hand, she still held Liam’s last text open, the words etched into her vision. A man across the street shouted for a cab. A child laughed as her mother tugged her along. The world carried on, indifferent to the battle raging within Amara. She closed her eyes. And in that darkness, she saw flashes. Darren’s smooth smile at her parents’ table. Liam’s intense gaze under the streetlights. Her mother’s warning voice: 'Don’t forget who you are.' Liam’s broken whisper-You set my soul on fire. Tears pressed hot against her eyelids. What if I lose everything? What if I lose myself?

He is sitting five seats away from Amari's seat. "Moron" Amari shifted her eyes to Kaizer and shook her head. Well, look who's talking about being a moron. Amari said in her mind. She put on her sleeping masks and was to continue her withdrawn sleep, but she can't return anymore. Her mind was off somewhere else—about her father and his family. She suddenly felt discomfort in her chest. Amari shrugged her thoughts and diverted her mind to other things. She pulled out from the handbag her planner to check her schedule.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

continued to consider himself a happy man. He continued to enjoy life. And he tried not to think about bad things. Maybe it was because he had a goal. And every day his purpose gave him more strength. And he didn't care what the whole country was saying about him and his downfall. His soul and heart finally found their happiness and peace. His mind no longer tormented him simply because, too many bad things had happened in his life. Yes, he accepted the fact that the woman he was forced to love had taken everything from him. He accepted the fact that he wasn't such a smart and decent man and son. He accepted the truth about himself. He understood that his kindness had brought him to this st

Valerie asks and I point to the wine rack. "I have a few vintage bottles, never opened. Jess collected them, but you're welcome to some, just don't throw away the bottle," I say softly as I start a pot of coffee. "I've been looking for this for ages. This is a Kalimna Cabernet Sauvignon Ampoule, very rare to find. Jess had a fine taste in wine," Valerie says with a smile and replaces the bottle on the rack.

I paused for a second, "He's my soulmate, tía. We are meant to be." The laugh that I heard from the other side of the line sounded so false, I wanted to vomit. "Soulmate?! Do you even hear yourself, child! He's nothing but a cheating bastard. Once a cheater, always a cheater. He will do it again!" "Be reasonable tía!" I yelled through the speaker. Amari looked up at me and there was fear in her eyes. I hurriedly walked over to her and said in a soothing voice: "It's okay, princess. I'm not mad at you. I'll be back in a minute okay? Stay in the bedroom."

I looked at him from head to toe. He had little curly, dark brown hair. His skin color was a bit pale like the people who live in snow and his blue eyes were adding to his beauty. The dark red lips were like red strawberries which were visible from far away. And a tattoo on the side of his neck which wasn't much visible because of his jacket. But I saw a little tattoo on his wrist and it was saying,"I AM NOT MYSELF". I bet if anyone meets him for the first time, they will probably notice his dark red lips first. He was wearing a dark black jacket and a white t-shirt. His shoes were black and white sneakers and his jeans pants were also black.