Blessed Soul Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin stood up and looked around until his eyes met mine. Then he knelt in front of the chapel as the rain began to pour again. I looked up to the sky and saw the clouds parting for the blood moon to emerge. And the chatting became louder. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin slit his wrists with the spirit sword and allowed the blood to drip on the stairs of the chapel. And we all heard a rumbling sound apart from the sound of thunder as Darka emerged from beneath the chapel. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!”

Not like this, at least! I hated them for spinning lies around me, for stealing my name and my work. If I had a chance at life again, I would never let them get away with it. I would make them pay. Suddenly, a beam of light broke through. I realized the restraints binding me had been undone. I closed my eyes, letting the sunlight wash over me, that faint warmth giving me a thread of comfort. When I opened them again, a familiar face filled my vision. His eyes widened, and I could see a red tint gradually climbing into them. "Why are you here, Cassidy?"

"We both know you're just after some rich woman. How pathetic—whoring yourself out like this. Does Charlene know you used to be a con artist?" "Shut the hell up," Zach snapped, his face going pale as he quickly checked if anyone had heard. Shirley gave him a scornful look and silently reached out to the system in her mind. The system's voice echoed back. "You have one last swap left. Charlene has beauty, intelligence, an ideal figure, and more. You can pick one to take for yourself." Shirley answered urgently, "I want to have her background. I want to live her life."

… "Daddy! Will you also always celebrate my birthday with me like this every year?" Hailey's question snapped Aston out of his reverie. "Of course, darling," he said, looking at Hailey's smiling face like he was looking at his younger self. He told himself that he was going to make sure that his children grew up happy and healthy. He told himself that many times. Ever since he narrowly cheated death in that accident years ago, he thought that it meant fate had given him a second chance. He'd then married Belinda, and they had an adorable daughter together.

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

Then she came forward and handed me the amulet around her neck. "Once you leave this place, I will bless you with an everlasting benediction that would guide you in every other endeavor, you will necessarily need in order to achieve your dreams. My heart, body and soul has chosen you strong one, for your bravery. Your pride and your future. You are a one in a million child, and not many will chose to walk in your path once given the opportunity." Her eyes shone deep red bright, then her already close to pale skin began to turn transparent. Like nylon or clear clothing.

"You're a smart boy. I'm just kidding. You're so sweet when you're angry. But still, you're just the perfect man in every way." Hugging her tightly, Adelard closed his eyes. His strong, yet slender body, with its graceful arms, became a fortress behind which any woman would feel happiest. "I love you," Celeste said, hugging him back. Two bodies, two souls, two hearts, and that was enough to make the universe believe in the existence of soul mates.

Her legs wrap around my waist and her hips meet mine in a passionate rhythm. She lets out a soft sob and I look down at her. She wasn't crying because of pain, but of pleasure. I felt it too, the intimate connection between us, a connection I never felt with Jess. I loved her, yes, but this feeling was different. It felt as if my soul was blending with Kelly's, as if it were two pieces of a puzzle coming together. Tears roll down both our cheeks and I kiss her passionately. Her hands grasp at my short hair as she moans through her sobs. Moments later we came in unison and it was the best orgasm I ever had with someone else.

“You need not ask, I need not tell. I am what I am. I come when it is time for a chance to be given and blessings to be imparted.” Journee blinked and lo! She was back in her room. “Wha…t…” I see Ma’oz in meditation on my bed, me tucked in the corner, almost falling off. Thank you, Spirit of Chance and Blessing! Journee was eternally grateful and deep in her heart, she promised to love and remember the spirit for all her life. She came when I needed someone, and she brought me out of my hellish trap. “You didn’t have to do that!” Journee snapped at Ma’oz and shoved him off her bed.

Nate shouted from behind, feeling both amused and sorry that things turned out the way it did. But who knows, on a day like this maybe her soul will finally be able to let go of the dead and look forward to creating lasting bonds with the living. ******************************