Can You Save My Dirty Soul Mga Nobela at Kwento

The rest of us took her lead and seated ourselves around the basement, Jonie and Mitch together on the couch with the rest of us finding chairs. “I’m not exactly sure. Whatever it was had to do with their personal dirt.” “Personal dirt?” “When the Dirt blows in, it brings with it everybody’s personal dirt.” “What do you mean?” “Those things in our lives that we’d like to stay buried, forgotten, in other words, our personal dirt. Here’s mine.” She went over to the computer and jiggled the mouse, dismissing the screensaver. Underneath the screensaver was the F******k page of a man in his late forties.

Cause she had to handle her third trouble which was to calm down her crying son and that was nowhere near easy. Yeah, she was a mother and blessed with a lovely son who was the love of her life, her everything, her son Zayn Abedin. ************** Cold Skin, Drag My Feet On The Tile As I Am Walking Down The Corridor I Know We Haven't Talked In Awhile So I Am Looking For An Open Door ***************** ................... Assalamualaikum Readers... I hope you all liked it... Don't forget to comment and vote...... I love you all...... 

Just give me one more chance. Let me save you so you can save me. We can save each other.

i pulled out of the parking garage and thats when my story ended Abigail hit the side of my car and now i sit in the air looking at my body as I’m in a coma. Truth is I was given a choice i can come back but theres a catch it’ll be months and i have to go to other realms and save them before I can so now I’m stuck with a choice.

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

I just let her and think about other job opportunities aside from selling my body. After thinking about useless things I decided to go out. Maybe a fresh air can purify my sinful thoughts. Tumawid ako sa pedestrian lane ng wala sa sarili. Sa totoo lang gusto ko ng mamatay. I am just kidding but the Almighty seems wanted to exhibit my morbid thought. I heard a screech from a car na tila ba pwersahan na huminto. Para syempre hindi bumangga. Pag tingin ko ako pala yung dahilan I shrugged not minding what happened.

I opened the door and saw the most beautiful woman in the world in her silk robe still on her nightgown. "Where's Simone? What happened?" She glared at me. "Sweetheart, I love you. I would do anything to have you back in my life." I guided her inside the house and she saw all our family and friends lined up in one corner. "What is going on here?" She looked around the whole room. "What the hell is this?" "Probably the most stupid thing that I can think off to win you back." I admitted as the musician played "Sugar" by Maroon 5.

"Save a soul, save your own. Endless virtue fully shown." Dominic murmured in acknowledgment. In the next moment, his face turned pale. He understood "save a soul," but what did "save your own" mean?

And no one would be able to save me. ~~~

And that's why I want to save him. “Please…” I blurted. “Please help me..” “If you are able to heal your eye, then you have a chance.” And before I could reply, he was gone. My breath came in hard puffs, and each time it went down my lungs, my insides burnt. The door of the room burst open and Ciara rushed in, followed by other missioniers. But nobody could touch me because I was just a soul. A contaminated soul. I was less than a human.