Belahan Jiwa Novels & Stories

Teacher Anna turned to him with that trademark, kind smile. “I just want to confirm that we’re meditating to find the difference of the two inside us. And that if we’ve found one of them, we should focus on that one and push them lightly to another lane or maybe, outside of that certain lane where they were originally together?” Jai asked. The bratty nun girl who was constantly looking irriatatedly at him since his third question, sighed. “Basically you find them and then split them into two.” Jai didn’t respond anything to her, just briefly glancing at her before turning his attention again at the teacher.

"What's left besides a brain that refuses to shut down or guy who can't stand crowds?" "Are you being serious with me right now?" Irritation pounded her temples. When he didn't answer, she rose up on one elbow. "What's left? The things that matter, X. Your heart. Your dry, shy sense of humor. Compassion for others and the ability to see beyond the normal spectrum." Since she was getting pissy, she drew a calming breath. "There's the way your ass looks in jeans, too. I wouldn't underestimate your abs, either."

I decided to call off this fake wedding. "Lucas, I know you're about to get married, but this opportunity to further your studies is really rare. You need to decide whether to prioritize your future or your family..." "I'm willing to take this opportunity," I decisively interrupted my advisor before he could finish. Clearly surprised by my quick decision, Joseph Franklin broke into a relieved smile. "You're willing to go? That's amazing! I'm sure you'll do really well." I swiftly scanned the flight details.

"Not permanent death. Conscious division. Like cellular mitosis but for awareness itself." "The pain would be unimaginable," the goddess warned. "Tearing yourself apart repeatedly—" "Less painful than becoming you and regretting it for eternity." Selene stepped forward. "I could guide it. I learned to fragment during possession—it's how I eventually broke free. Not fighting the goddess but becoming too many pieces for her to control." "This is different. You're talking about deliberate, permanent multiplication. Each aspect would be truly separate, only whole when connected." "Like the pack," I said. "Individual wolves that form something greater together. But instead of different people con

Lucien approached the edge of the glowing seal, placing both hands in the air as if reading invisible structure lines. “It’s responding to intent alignment,” he said sharply. “She has to stabilize her core first.” “Explain that in normal words,” Ash snapped. “Focus,” Kaelen corrected. Lucien looked at me. “You need to anchor your identity before the separation begins.” I swallowed. “My… identity?” “Yes. If you drift during split-phase, you lose coherence.” Rex immediately stepped in front of me slightly. “She’s not a system.” Lucien didn’t react. “She is right now.”

"She seems to be fighting with you here." "I'm not letting the bullet fragment in her heart win this fight," Kelly chokes in soft sobs. "She's lived with it for this long, she can hang on longer. She has to." My vision was growing fuzzy and the sounds around me were growing distant. My body felt numb and my grip on her hand loosened. My vision faded to black and her distant voice called out to me, but I wasn't able to open my eyes. ***The remaining of this chapter will be through Kelly's POV ***

Sachi pointed at Harue using her chin. “Yeah, yeah.” Shun paused. “Anyways, Sachi. Can you give me a job tonight?” “Right now?” Shun nodded. “Hmm…” Sachi took out her phone and scrolled. ONE HOUR ago, he was a man. Now, he was a woman.

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He is going back to the ledger, back to the page with the authorization code and the surname that matches his own, back to the proof that his brother was killed by someone inside the family he swore an oath to serve. I do not unlock the door. I do not need to. The ledger is in the chapel, and the secret is shared, and shared secrets in this house are the same as shared blood.

Tan stared down into the glass of whiskey he had in his hand. No matter how deep or how long he stared into the brown liquid, he couldn't get the image of Gabby's face, the last time he saw her, out of his mind. He really messed this one up big time. The memory of Gabby flipping free his hand was engraved in his mind. At what point would the alcohol stop the memories from intruding his thoughts, he often wondered and even after downing shot after shot. Even if he ever survived this phase of his life where he felt like his heart was ripped out of his cage whenever he was sober, his liver might have a hard time catching up.