Belahan Jiwa Novels & Stories

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.”

Her words stunned everyone on the spot, and disbelief and absurdity rose in my chest. That abomination still wasn't dead yet? Joshua's face darkened. "Shut up! My wife is still here!" Then, he turned to me, squeezing a smile onto his face. "She's just joking, honey." Esther shot me a resentful glare, and I heard a voice coming from her womb, "Mom, the witch who killed me is right in front of you! Kill her right now!" Esther clearly heard the voice, but her gaze flitted away, not daring to move.

He felt thrown by the sharp invisible blade sticking through his heart. Sphesihle continued whispering words only Gift heard, “What we have is far beyond the three-D and the physical realm. No amount of bicker shall break us apart. No magnitude of distance shall prevail against the you and the I. And no beam is thick enough to keep us apart. Whenever you feel sad and lonely, remember that you can run to me because you and I are one split in two bodies.”

Still herself—but sharpened. Stacy reached into her hoodie and pulled out the journal. Elira’s journal. “I reread this during the eclipse,” she said, handing it to Rachel. “There’s something weird in the last entry.” Rachel took the book, flipping to the final page. She’d avoided reading too much of it before. The words had felt too heavy, too close. But now they felt like something she could finally face. Stacy pointed. “That sentence.” Rachel read it aloud: *“When the soul fractures, it does not split—it reflects.”*

Crissa warned. Ellyza nodded. "I'm sorry. I'm just stating my opinion, is that bad? In what you're doing, you're both just hurting each other. Follow what your heart says. Not all the time the mind is right." "You said 'follow my heart, but my heart is in a million pieces. Which piece do I need to follow? Eliza, you won't understand how I felt until it happens to you until you experience the pain." I came out of the comfort room after I said that.

Then I leaned against it and slid down on the floor. I couldn't even register the pain clearly. My whole arm was throbbing with the stinging, harsh pain. My heart was beating almost feverishly. My whole body was trembling. It felt so bizarre and unreal at the same time. I closed my eyes shut and his words kept repeating in my head, again and again. I didn't know what I had really gotten myself into.

Somewhere in the dark, the woman’s heels scraped across the floor—fast, purposeful. Then… nothing. A sharp crackle broke the silence—Jax’s laptop, still open. Static fuzzed across the speakers, followed by a distorted male voice: “She’s not your problem, Knight. Leave her… or we all burn.” Jax’s gaze shot to Leo. “Okay, I don’t know who that is, but I’m guessing we’re not listening to him, right?” Leo didn’t answer. He was staring toward the faint outline of the door. It was ajar again… and she was gone.

I wouldn't last that long on the operating table without the medicine, which would mean that the research would once again come to a halt. I closed my eyes and turned away. I could feel myself on the verge of collapse. I didn't want to be a part of such experiments anymore, and I didn't want to be used as a tool for him to please Claudia anymore either. It hurt too much. I clamped a hand over my mouth and buried myself beneath the covers. Only a muffled voice escaped me. "I remember everything now, Miles. I won't sacrifice myself like this again. Give it up."

The physical agony she feels pales in comparison to the emotional anguish that grips her soul. In the midst of her tears, Yennifer recognizes the profound longing that stirs within her. She yearns not just for the memories of her dream, but for the essence of herself that seems to have slipped through the cracks of her mind. The fragments of her identity, once whole and vibrant, now scattered and lost.