Can You Save My Dirty Soul Novels & Stories

A waiter gasped in horror and covered his mouth. “Oh my God, there’s so much blood! Is she… having a miscarriage?” Lucy looked at the blood underneath her and wailed. “My baby! You’ve killed my baby! You killed our child for the sake of those two wretches!” Murray’s face flushed in panic. He quickly turned to explain to me. “I swear, it’s not mine! I used protection every single time! There’s no way she got pregnant by me. It has to be Craig! I saw him forget once!”

I opened the app store and typed in “séance.” Stupid. I knew it was stupid. But I didn’t have a dusty old Ouija board or some gothic medium on speed dial. I had my phone. And right now, it was the only thing between me and the silence. I picked one with decent reviews: “SpiritLink: Connect with the Beyond.” It had the kind of silly interface you’d expect, candles, a board, swirling letters. But it said it used “energy-sensitive microphone response.” Whatever. I just wanted a way to call him.

His aura slammed into me, his eyes burned hotter, darker, and for a split second, I swore I saw them flash red. “You think this is just about you?” His voice was a growl now, deep and guttural, vibrating in the air “Listen carefully, Sage. I saved you with my Lupin Soul. So if you think about dying, you will drag me down with you. So don't you dare try anything stupid, you will not just end yourself but kill me too.” My stomach dropped, my blood turning to ice. What I typed quickly, desperate now. “I never asked you to save me.”

A wild wind stirred up the waves, and they lunged at the ship once more. I, Leah Dursley, clutched my stomach and clung firmly to my seat, too afraid to move. The storm crashed its way inside through the shattered windows. The familiar scene of chaos in front of me made me shudder involuntarily. I had been reborn, and not only that, I had been reborn at this critical moment. The security officer of Michael Yates stumbled toward me, holding the last life jacket. "Wear this, Mrs. Yates! Hurry!"

“And he recognized me. I think he knew all along where I was. I got his blood..” Dorian knelt beside me again, fire in his eyes. “Then let him come. We’ll burn the world before we let him take you.” I looked at him, truly looked, and saw the line we were walking. Not just leaders of war. But two people standing on the edge of something darker. Something dangerous. “You can’t save me if it means losing yourself,” I said gently. He caught my face in his hands. “Then we save each other.” A sound outside the tent drew our attention - distant hooves, armored footsteps, murmurs of greeting.

“Signing a contract to sell your soul.” Sell her soul?

"Get the men, get the slaves and Cassie out of here. This place is going to blow up! Get everyone out of here and you Mantha, you have to be safe, make sure you are out of here safely." "What about.....what about you?" Mantha asked me. "I am going to be fine. Do not worry about me Mantha, I will be just fine." I replied and ended the mind link. I looked at Davis who slowly stood up from where he had knelt before, the body of Amelia was on the floor, looking very dirty and battered but I was not sorry for what I did, they had done more, more worse things than what I was doing to the both of them.

“And me! Save my wife! I can’t live without her!” “Sir, can you save my dad? I have a Myriad Spectral Ginseng here. I’m willing to give it to you.” “Do you want the Supreme Divine Crystal? As long as you save my disciple...”