Belahan Jiwa Novels & Stories

True love covers all pain. --Ellyza

"Anyways, | owed them a lot of money and | kept telling them that | would get it back to them, but soon enough they were going to find out that | didn't have their money and they were gonna kill me." "So when my parents got divorced, | knew that this was my chance to escape and get away from them. Yeah, | was sad that my parents split, but also thankful that the Silents wouldn't go after me anymore." "Now this fight? Those reporters have my pictures and for all | know they could post them anywhere. And if the Silents find out where | am, I'm dead. | can't afford that kind of risk. That's why | try to keep a low profile. That's why | can't fight for the championships."

Grace felt her cheeks reddening when she caught Lisa smirking her way and quickly rushed towards the bathroom. She couldn't believe that she was checking out a woman. Grace controlled her raging heart and reminded herself. She should be grateful to her. After taking shower, Grace wrapped her wet hair in the towel and was about to leave the bathroom when she caught her reflection in the mirror. She surprised herself when she couldn't recognise the woman she was looking at. Her hands instinctively trembled as she clutched onto the cabinet. Six months and here she was, living in fear again. Was it so hard for her to even wish for a happy life? Grace felt a sudden bubbling of emotions inside her

As much as I wanted someone to be there for me, I didn't want to talk about anything or to anyone. Lydia kept fumbling with words wishing to trigger me to speak, but her efforts were irrelevant. I didn't think she had what it took to break me down. What Jerry did to me was a horrible experience. I still lacked words to express my emotions. I didn't know whether to cry or hate. But I felt it was pointless crying or hating someone who didn't care much about my feelings. I knew I had to leave my shell and join the real world. Besides, even though I felt my world stopped, time did not.

I queried, imagining a celestial DJ spinning the tunes of fate. The guide nodded, a cosmic DJ orchestrating the astral symphony. "Indeed, the astral playlist is as vast as the cosmos itself. Every choice adds a unique note, creating a melody that resonates through the astral dialogues," they explained, and the astral currents pulsed with the harmony of infinite possibilities.

“Ironic it may be, but everything is according to plan. The person who became the Maiden’s best friend in the past is the same as of now, yet different in many ways. As I already told you, there are three identities inside the vessel, but only two souls.” Dropping the fact that can be compared to a bomb. Gennivier smiles in delight as lust marks her eyes. Giggling by how everything seems to unfold in unexpected turns. She claims in a confirming stance. “A soul split, right?” Confirming her thoughts by a smile, JK sips his tea as he commends her of her intelligence as the past and every detail is coming into the perfect connection, like playing a grand jigsaw puzzle.

To go beyond the limits of apparent reason and find the truth hidden in the half"truths of the dual world in which we live. Sometimes our thinking is so great that it annihilates our matter, only balance can unite them. She maintained that balance when she embodied her thought in artistic creations for elaborate sweets. Others like Azrael, she did it by writing books and with different expressions of art. Finding yourself and being reborn is difficult but possible. Estela will achieve her purpose within the imperfection of this plane and will captivate everyone who knows her story, leaving a teaching and an example. Absolute good does not exist here, but there is the wonderful harmony that c

“She says she’s always been with you, Mom. Since you were born. When they split you at birth, they tried to lock her away. But she was too strong.” I felt the weight of the words before they finished settling. My knees weakened. “She’s not just mine,” I whispered. “She’s me.” “No,” Lila said. “She’s what’s left over from you. The part they never let become.” Kael reached for me, his hand warm against my lower back. “You’re shaking.” “I’m remembering.” I turned to Eliah. “Is this possible? That something followed me, not just Lila?” She nodded. “Splintering the soul isn’t always clean. Sometimes fragments try to live their own lives. Some become echoes. Others become doors.”