Belahan Jiwa Novels & Stories

What they both were unaware was that their hearts were beating frantically and there was something very wrong happening in their southern region. Daniel was trying to cool himself down. He splashed cold water on his face, but it felt like it was getting more heated. ‘Fuck Daniel.. What the hell are you thinking. What’s wrong with you. He is Russell. The boy you looked after since childhood. He is the same your little baby. How can you even think about him like this. What if he felt bad. How would you face him if he dislike it and thought of you as pervert.’ He was talking to himself.

"Initiate Protocol Sanctuary." In the neural space, Alex felt Sonia's essence beginning to separate from his—individual memories recoalescing, distinct identities reforming. Yet something remained between them—a thread that refused to unravel, a connection transcending the physical. "I feel you," Sonia marveled as their consciousness continued separating. "Even as we pull apart, I still feel you." Through James's eyes, they witnessed Franco and Eliana working in perfect synchronicity—decades of scientific partnership culminating in this moment as they guided the separation process with meticulous precision.

The man who had been fire, fury, and strength now looked pale, vulnerable, almost fragile. Ken lingered in the corner, silent. His face was hollow, his hands trembling as though he didn’t know what to do. For once, he wasn’t the wolf. He was just a man, broken and drowning in guilt. “Don’t leave me,” Lia whispered to Ruben’s unconscious form, pressing her forehead against his hand. “I can’t lose you too. Not after Julian. Not after everything. Please… just wake up. Please.” Her voice broke entirely, the sound of her grief filling the sterile room. For the first time since Julian’s death, she allowed herself to crumble, to weep openly, her body shaking as if her soul had finally split apart.

And he's with her now. Kari sunk down in the small leather chair, the sound of it creaking moving past her as the first of several tears fell on her cheeks. She hated herself for crying, for being so scared of what might happen, but there was no helping it. Her heart had been broken too many times and it was on the precipice of happening again. "Tears are said to be the cleansing of the soul." A deep voice sounded from the door and Kari jerked up, wiping at her face and trying to compose herself.

"Oh come on, little birdy, don't be like that! You know you're only gonna fall right into my lap. Think they got your back? Hell, you know that you're trapped. Just give into temptation, let my music fix that." "Fix what? I'm perfectly fine where I'm at. Can't you tell by my smile?" "A smile you're that you're faking! I read between the lines. Come, on you know my music makes you feel alive." "Alive?" "Alive, Don't deny that fact. If you wanna rage, just let go and relax. Let my music wash over you and just like that you'll be reborn into the person you are at heart." "But I wanna be good!"

The pain in my lower abdomen felt unbearable, but I tightened my grip on that half-hand. "He's never coming back," I said icily. Zach's face went grim. He shoved me, causing Shawn's hand to slip from my grip and hit the ground. "Celia Swain, are you trying to stand up to me?" He blocked my path, his voice cold. "You need to get Shawn here to apologize to Sue, got it? "Just think about it. They can reattach Shawn's severed hand if they treat it in time. But if he doesn't apologize and misses the surgery window, he could end up disabled for life!"

"It was just one bad decision when I chose to plan the accident and the surgery, to fulfill the promise I made to Sue and Nathan all those years ago. "I was devastated when I watched Stan die, so much so that I couldn't say a word, let alone move. "I did all I could to keep up a cold reaction, because I know I would cry otherwise. I had to keep telling myself it was a part of the plan, that Stan was born so that Nathan can have a heart. "But I cried anyway. When they transplanted Nathan's heart, I locked myself in the men's room the whole time, smoking and unable to stop my tears. Even Sue never managed to find me.

They could see him through the glass doors separating the terrace and the little corner. "I am scared, Daniel". Benjamin said to no one actually. He was looking at the far ends of the sky where it was turning orange. "I know. I have been through this. Love makes you weak sometimes. But love is also the strength that gives you strength to fight each other. It binds you, but also gives you wings to fly and discover. Only if you know the way back home". He said in his gentle tone. "Benjamin". He turned to find Noah standing in the door.

Lyric began relaxing that core, allowing it to separate into distinct centres of awareness. The witnesses watched as Lyric’s presence flickered and divided, their single integrated being splitting into two, then four, then eight distinct consciousness fragments. Each fragment retained awareness and memory but lost connection to the others, becoming separate beings that had once been a unified whole. Kessa felt her child fragmenting through their deep bond, felt Lyric splitting into pieces that drifted apart across threshold states. She wanted to reach out, to pull the fragments back together, to stop the dissolution before it progressed too far.