Can You Save My Dirty Soul Novels & Stories

“What’s the deal?” Luci looked over to Kora, who had an anxious look on her face, before responding, “He is unaware that his daughter is currently here, and he has offered his daughter's soul to us in exchange for his soul to be cleansed.” I laughed once, “That’s not even possible,” there was no way to cleanse a soul after one has committed all seven sins, but even more than that, I couldn’t help but think what a shitty father he was. Luci looked back at Kora, who continued for him, “The other side is working on some technology to cleanse the human soul currently, so it may be a possibility in time.”

Like the sound of hundreds of spirits either protesting—or laughing at a man who thought love could defeat blood. Far off, the manor began to collapse. Fire flickered between the fog—fire without flame. I smelled something burning—flesh, blood, time. Alika was holding back tears, but her jaw trembled. She knew I meant it. “You can’t trade your soul to fix what other people broke.” “I’m not fixing their sins,” I said, taking a breath, staring into her. “I’m saving the one thing in this world that matters to me.” She didn’t reply. She just kissed me.

The sound of a sharp, resounding slap echoed as my hand landed on his face. He staggered back, almost falling to the ground. The room erupted into chaos, and hundreds of cameras turned their lenses toward me. "Giselle, you—" I let out a cold laugh and pointed at Vanessa, who sat frozen in her wheelchair. "She's your wife? Then tell me, Quintus, who am I? What about our child?" Before Quintus could react, I tore away the black cloth covering my chest. A small, square urn was exposed for all to see.

Every person has been given a different understanding. She looked down before she decided to voice out her thinking, “I can’t save the body from getting dirty like a cloth, but I can save the soul from getting dirty. This may sound funny to people, but for me, my innocence is still intact.” Rebecca remained silent. “If my body commits a crime, it will get mixed in the soil and beyond that, it can’t receive anything, but if the soul sins, it’ll burn in the fire of hell which will never end.”

Russian… My breath caught as I looked down to see tattooed fingers wrapped around me. My heart skipped as I slowly lifted my gaze. And there he was. Sin... Of course…Because apparently, my life was no longer complicated enough. “What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped, the frustration in my voice breaking through before I could stop it. He raised an eyebrow slightly, a quiet chuckle escaping him as if my reaction was exactly what he expected. “That is not how you greet someone who just saved you,” he replied calmly. I pulled away from him immediately, my pulse still racing.

I used the pain to force myself to stay calm. "Don't cry, Veronica. This isn't the time to break down." Past tenderness turned into cold hatred, replacing the sadness and quickly filling my heart. I had to leave this place right now! I quickly restored the study to its original state, taking only the organ transplant agreement and the photo, hiding them carefully. These would be evidence for future reckoning. Back in the cold bedroom, I dialed a number I hadn't contacted in a long time. "Hello, Uncle Dante?"

he blurted out nonsensically, scrambling to his feet as he met my eyes with relief and gratitude. Little did he know, this so-called lifeline wasn't meant to save him. Instead, it was meant to trap him and ensure him a deep place in hell. The gates of hell didn't open for him—I opened it for them, and I couldn't wait to kick him straight through. Jack's efficiency was astonishing. To seize what he thought was a lifeline, he spared no effort. By the next morning, he showed up with every document, bank card, and contract in hand, dragging me to the real estate center and the bank—transfers, deeds, accounts, everything.

“That’s a good plan, Mia. It won’t be easy, but if you play this right, you won’t just save Emma. You’ll save yourself, too.” Determination settled in my chest. I had two days. To save Emma. To change my fate. And to finally make things right. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the neighbourhood. I stood in front of the mirror in the small bathroom of the house Apollo and I were using. My reflection was unfamiliar—Sandy, the name I had given myself, was supposed to be a fresh start. But how could I be someone new when the weight of my past clung to me so tightly?

"We can still save the 'Subject 01'! She’s the only thing with 'Brand Equity'!" He turned toward me, his hand reaching out. "Elara, come with me! We can 'Migrate' your soul to a new project! You can be a Queen in a 'Fantasy' world! No Reapers, no pain, just 'Luxury Content'!" I looked at Marcus. Then I looked at Silas, who was being swallowed by his own shadows, becoming the "Virus" that would save our souls by destroying our "Value." I looked at my parents, who were finally standing up, their faces no longer "Assets," but human again.

Ted held the pendant up to his face, which was full of contempt. “What is this, some one-dollar junk you bought from a street vendor? Do you really think it’s special?” I kept my eyes on the quartz and flatly said, “It can deflect one fatal omen.” “Ha!” Ted let out an enraged laugh. “A fatal omen? You’re not a psychic, you’re just a delusional loser!” With that, he raised his hand and hurled the clear-quartz pendant to the floor. Crack! A crystalline snap echoed in the small room.