Aria Of The Soul の小説・ストーリー

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.”

She must be the goddess Ayla, who is in her spirit form. "Oh, you're a tough little wolf. What's your name again? Ah! It's Lowell... Hmm... I really like that. If only I had a mortal body like Arie, I would have taken you for myself instead. Anyways, I can give up everything for my little sister's happiness," she whispered to Lowell with a seductive voice similar to Ari's. "W-What are you planning to do with Ari?" Lowell asked nervously while gritting his teeth and clenching his fist.

“It's either you tap into your inner rage and turn into a wolf, or you watch Trevor receive continuous blows to the base of his skull until he dies.” “Please, just let him go,” she cried out. “I don’t know how to tap into my inner rage. I don’t know how to turn into a wolf, but I would go with you back to your base. Just let him go.” “I’m sorry, Abby,” he said. “But what I need is for you to turn into a wolf right now, or I’ll kill your little boyfriend and still take you to the base.” “I don’t know how to do it. I don’t bloody know. Please leave him alone,” she said. Her voice fluctuated from rage to soberness.

Back at barely hearing the conversation of the two men, back at letting her tears slowly fall from her cheeks and to the water, creating ripples and distorting her beautiful reflection. Then, a voice called out her name, a bit quiet at first, but it grew louder and louder each time her name was called. But when she turned, she suddenly fell into the water and a splash was heard, but Auria was much too tired to be startled at this point. She is much too tired to worry about her well-being. In truth, she would rather drown in the water and be with John, wherever John is. She would rather meet that kind of end than live in a world where she is not with her lover.

I gulped it all, breathing heavily as my mind was plagued with guilt. Aria was out there, under the influence of a Demon, thinking I betrayed her somehow. This Demon had to be powerful and use his influence on her to manipulate her. The only question was... What did he want with her? "Sylvain?" Ravenna called, while simultaneously using telekinesis to bring a glass to herself. I turned some bloody Mary for her before she continued. "Do you think Aria knows about your mission from Lord Darius?" I played around with the now-empty glass before I dropped it on the counter. The mix of alcohol and blood was exhilarating, but it did nothing to tame the frustration clouding my mind.

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."

Sloane’s jaw dropped. “Yeah,” Aria scoffed. “Since then, I haven’t tried again. And he hasn’t either. It’s like I’m this porcelain doll he wants to put on a fucking shelf and dust occasionally. Like I’m repulsive or some perfect little saint he’s preserving for his ego. It’s gross, really.” Sloane shook her head, seething. “Girl, that is not love. That’s control with a side of delusion.” Aria’s voice dropped to a whisper. “And I let it happen.”

If the hall needed to be perfect, then perfect it would be , no matter how much pressure sat on his shoulders. ~ARIA'S POV~ “How am I supposed to walk into Donovancorp without anyone recognizing me?” Aria whispered to herself as she paced her tiny living room, one hand pressed against her forehead. Her voice trembled slightly not from fear, but from the pressure of needing to be smart, careful, invisible. She stopped pacing and looked at the open laptop on her table, the email from Rowan still glowing on the screen. Conference in three days. Aria let out a long breath.

"Aria Sinclair. I'm here because I read about the foundation. About helping invisible sufferers. And I've suffered invisibly my whole life. Pain no one sees. Memories that aren't mine. Dreams of four men I've never met. Dreams of dying. Of forgetting. Of loving people who don't exist. I need help. I need to understand. I need to know why I feel like I'm remembering a life I never lived." Sinclair. Aurora's last name. Same family. Same bloodline. Same essence wearing different skin. Erebus flickers through possibilities. Through realities. Through impossibilities. "Reincarnation." He whispers. "But too fast. Too soon. Too perfect. This isn't natural reincarnation. This is something else. Some

I sat in my room for three days. Not dramatically. I attended to my duties — the morning cleaning rotation, the evening meal service, the geomun'go practice that Mistress Hana insisted upon regardless of scheduling or emotional state. I did these things. I did them correctly. I did them without letting anything show on my face, which was not difficult because I had been trained since childhood to perform tasks without letting things show on my face. Between duties, she sat on my sleeping mat and thought. Soul Sight activates upon soulbound recognition, I had read, in the texts. The connection, once formed, cannot be unformed. The soul recognizes what it has always been bound to.