Belahan Jiwa Novels & Stories

Cracks spread across its form, revealing flashes of the same radiant energy glowing within me. Pain echoed through my chest. Not physical. Emotional. Like watching a wounded part of my own soul suffer. The ancient voice inside me spoke again, quieter now. “When unity shattered, balance lost its shadow.” Understanding formed slowly. “When the original being split…” I murmured, “something was left behind.” “Not left,” the voice corrected gently. “Rejected.” Memories flickered at the edge of awareness fear, doubt, uncertainty. The parts of existence no one wanted to claim.

And then I left. I reached home. Jack was sleeping. I went directly to my room. I was so happy I opened the window of my room. And I found my soul Happy that day. Everything looked beautiful to me that day. "I felt like I found my soulmate". "I found my one true love". "I found my one and only forever and always" "I found my Love and my Peace in her". "That day I opened the window of Peace and Love".

Erlangga continued to watch Andien, who chose to remain silent. "You don't have amnesia. Why are you pretending?" "Because I have a reason," Andien replied. "A self-defeating reason. Do you know how you are now?" Andien shook her head and looked like she didn't care. "You attempted suicide but you failed. What you got was a disfigured face," Erlangga explained. Andien gave Erlangga a hateful look. "My plan wouldn't have failed if no one had brought me here," Andien said coldly.

“It either kills your emotions… or splits your soul.” The room tilted. My breath caught in my throat. “You’d still be you,” she said. “But you’d be less. The version that remains will feel hollow, like reading your own memories through glass. No joy. No rage. Just control. Or…” “Or?” I whispered. “Or you divide,” Vireya said softly. “Your soul splits. One half carries the Moonblood. The other, the rest of you—your thoughts, your will. You’ll be two forces in one body, forever pulling against each other. If the balance tips—”

I feel myself splitting. Not just my skin, not just my bones. The very essence of what I am, what I was, what I might still become, tearing apart like fabric under impossible strain. It's as if someone has taken my soul and stretched it across two different worlds, pulling in opposite directions until something has to give. The sensation is beyond pain, beyond madness it's the feeling of existing in spaces that were never meant to contain the same consciousness simultaneously.

But it is also not expected that the first step I will take toward my independence and confidence turns out to be like this. Broken and Banished. Two words, which are my identity. I've long accepted that I'm on the road to redemption for unknown past sins. From early childhood to adulthood, the only thing I experienced was suffering. I was weak and easy to bully. I had a position lower than the lowest omega. Always hiding behind walls. Sometimes I wish to be invisible.

“Emma, the heart’s energy is fighting back. If you push too hard—” “I don’t have a choice!” Emma interrupted, her voice fierce. The key burned in her hand, its light searing as it connected with the fractures. The threads in her mind twisted into a single, blindingly bright pattern, their energy surging toward the heart. With a final, desperate push, Emma channeled the key’s energy into the core. The light from the heart exploded outward, engulfing them all in a blinding flash. When the light faded, the group stood in stunned silence. The heart of the balance was whole again, its crystalline surface smooth and radiant. The chaotic energy that had pulsed through its fractures was gone, replac

Her desperate pleas echoed, questioning the severity of her perceived wrongdoing and the seemingly unending torment she was enduring. “Will no one come to help me? Is my sin so grave that I deserve this punishment? When will it end? Where will it end?" ____ Engrossed in his work, Ahil lost track of time, unaware that night had descended. Continuing his tasks late into the night, he remained oblivious to the numerous calls from his concerned mother, who desperately tried to reach him. Unbeknownst to her, Ahil had intentionally turned off his phone.

His voice was barely audible as he whispered, "Yes, I want to permanently delete it… I don't want to retrieve it, and even if possible, I want to erase it from my memory." His finger trembled again, hovering over the "yes" option, but his hand froze, as if an unseen force was holding him back. His mind and soul seemed to be at odds with his body, refusing to cooperate. "What's going on?" He wondered, his eyes wide with frustration. His internal conflict was palpable as he struggled to move his finger closer to the screen. "I need to do this!" He yelled, his voice a mixture of desperation and determination. His hand unfroze, and his finger inched closer to the phone. Just as he was about to m

She knew the images were from the night of the welcome party where she saw Sara and Aaden together. Her heart hurt seeing the person she loved so much in the arms of another woman. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She couldn't believe that her husband had betrayed her in such a manner. Her heart pounding in her chest, Crystal took a step forward, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She stood there in shock, unable to move or speak. Her mind raced with questions and doubts, and her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. The images burned into her mind, causing her chest to tighten and her eyes to fill with tears,