Can You Save My Dirty Soul Novels & Stories

I watched as my dad and Moira handled her funeral in silence. Even after losing everything, my dad still carried influence. He tracked Doug down by helicopter. Doug had picked up a gambling habit overseas and lost everything. They brought him back. After a week, he looked nothing like himself. He was dirty and worn, but he still groveled in front of them. "Moira, Dad… Where's Mom? I'm sorry. I really am. Please give me another chance. You raised me. I'm not a bad person. I know I messed up…"

I curled up beside a rock, able only to hope that my teammates would come back for me. Two hours passed. I was soaked through and beginning to suffer from hypothermia. I collapsed to the ground, my consciousness hazy. At that moment, my phone rang. It was Stefan. He asked where I was. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Before I lost consciousness completely, I vaguely saw a familiar figure running toward me. Stefan saved me. He carried me down the hill and successfully met up with the search team. When I woke, I was in his arms.

"Saved! Just in case someone reports the video and it gets taken down, I'm saving it for myself!" "The user above just reminded me! I should hurry and save it too. It's sensitive content, after all."

And Cayden will still be my heir! But every desperate plea and veiled threat had already sunk to the bottom of the lake along with my discarded phone.

SARAH'S POV. The drive to our second destination was another long drive but not as long as the drive to the park. While driving, Ron and I played HALLO by Beyonce in the stereo and sang along. We also played I LIKE YOU by Post Malone and we sang along too. The drive was refreshing and though I was tired myself, I couldn't help but enjoy the ride.

I murmured and got inside my room, curious to see what was written on the paper. I have a way to save you. – Was the only sentence written there.

"We can save him." I realize I can. In the event that I am ready to connect somewhat more, I can cleanse him of the interior fiend. Scrub him, and in all likelihood others. Liam gets me in his arms as I droop, the obscurity beating me like a sweeping until everything is lost. ***** The Prize Men

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

Sophia looked into the camera with dead, euphoric eyes and rasped: “We are nothing but filthy, leaking holes now…” Aurora, voice completely broken, added in a small, shattered whisper: “Please… never let us be clean again…” The stream ended with numbers that crashed the servers once again. Later that night, the two sisters lay together in bed, bodies reeking of sex and piss, holes still leaking. Aurora pressed her face into Sophia’s neck and whispered, barely audible: “I don’t want to be saved anymore.” Sophia kissed the top of her head, holding her closer in the darkness.

Tonight I’d sell my soul to the devil if it got me what I wanted. Cypress trees loomed above me as I worked my way inland the trail old and uncut but for a thin void in its midst. The dark spirits began to close in around me. The ones I carried everywhere I went. The souls of the innocents I had harvested and corrupted over the years in search of a cure that didn’t exist. She was my only solution to prayers left unanswered. The darkness had brought me to her years ago and the wait had been long and grueling, and just when time was up, she fled. I had tried to talk to her that day. I wanted her to know why I had no other choice but to destroy her. It was meant to have been a kindness that I n