Aria Of The Soul นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Who are they, Ara?" "Ah, they're my brothers. They've been out of the house for years serving in the military." "I thought you're tight on budget?" Now that he mentioned it, Ara's angelic personality (in his perception) suddenly transformed into a terrifying demon. "You assholes!" He was surprised himself that he backed away for safety. She moved towards her brothers to pull their ears with the intention to rip them off from their heads. "You damn good for nothings! How dare you spend all your money gambling and womanizing, huh?! Have you no shame?!"

But . “What? Get back what, Jake?” “His soul, dammit. Fuckin gook took my dad’s soul, and I’m fuckin gettin’ it back. “Tonight.”

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to calm down and shut my wolf. “Damn it.” I curled in pain after forcefully subduing my wolf. The pain was immeasurable. It was like I was being torn apart from the inside. We were taught how to subdue our wolves, but it wasn’t advisable to do frequently because it was believed to ruin our souls. It took almost an hour to recover, and it was still painful, but I could step out of the car to breathe. I feel suffocated until now, and my emotions are all over the place.

I chuckle at that because that is true. “But you didn’t.” I say, and she chuckles, shaking her head. “No, but I nearly did. For thousands of years, I was soulless like the seas, then you came along and you didn’t give up on me. You helped me grow and even thorough everything we are still standing. I love you Carter. For I am not soulless anymore.” Tears leave my eyes at her words. Queen Asteria, the first siren, was as soulless and as ruthless as the seas. My mate, my love, my little siren. Together for all eternity, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us together.

Aria’s kindness towards the maids, her grace under pressure, and her unwavering dedication to her art—all these qualities remind me of why I fell in love with her in the first place. Aria’s painting is nearly complete. It’s a portrait of me in the garden, surrounded by vibrant flowers and lush greenery. She captures not just my likeness but something deeper—perhaps my vulnerability, my longing, or the strength she believes in me. Every stroke of her brush feels like a revelation, an insight into how she sees me.

I thought, "Dear God, if you're still willing to listen even if I have no white ribbon to make my wish, but on the account that I'd prayed to you and lit up the candle so sincerely many times in the past, please grant this final wish of mine. "I wish that I, Winter Brooke, will no longer have anything to do with him, Finnegan Churchill, for the rest of our lives, or even the next life if there is one."

The scent was faint and could easily be overlooked but he recognized it. Arousal incence. A surge of unease mixed with anger coursed through him— his opponent was more prepared than he thought .Arousal incence was an aphrodisiac but it was very stronger than the normal type of aphrodisiac and coupled with the irresistible woman on the bed, he was losing his restraint. He reached out his hand brushing her cheek. Her skin was burning with need. She didn't pull away, in fact, she leaned into his touch and inhaled his smell like a pet who was lost but had ound her owner.

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.

“You do not owe this world your soul.” Tears spilled freely down her cheeks. “I don’t know how to stop it,” she sobbed. “It’s tearing me apart.” “Then let me help you,” he said. “Let us choose together.” The runes along the walls flared brighter, responding not to the creature—but to her hesitation. To her refusal. Aria sucked in a trembling breath and did the one thing no one had ever allowed her to do. She reached inward. Past the fear. Past the power. Past the voice.

But he was reluctant to enter the room again. The fact, he was awake a bit before the alarm rang off. And what he saw in dim light was enough to drive him crazy. There were two gods like men sitting there. One was busy in his work, while the other, well he was busy in his work too. Staring the older one. And what made Carson crazy were their expressions. Daniel was unaware of Russell staring at him, and so was Russell unaware of Carson who was reading them both. ‘How can someone on earth look so fucking hot while in hospital bed, and how can someone be so freaking sexy sitting in his night suit working on his laptop’? The sound of alarm actually helped him in a way too. He quickly turned his