Can You Save My Dirty Soul Mga Nobela at Kwento

He held my hand on his cheek and leaned against it. “Serra, I wasn’t just trying to protect you but I also wanted you to face the reality. Horrendous it may seem but what happening in this place is not the worst. The flesh of the thirteen people on the list are not worth saving. They are capable of contributing to a demonic future. But when you purify the darkness on their souls they get another chance to rewrite their fates in the next life. Do you get what I mean? Hmm?” He tucked my hair on the back of my ears. I nodded in an affirmative manner.

"Do you honestly think that you can escape that easily?" "How did you get this number?" Summer asked. A laugh sounded from the other end, "Do you really think it would be hard for me to get ahold of your number if you changed it?" He was right, why would she expect any less? From such a powerful man figuring out what he wanted was as easy as a snap of the fingers. "Please, just let me go." Summer found herself begging. Despite promising herself she would never beg she couldn't help it in that moment. The overwhelming urge to just be free to do what she wanted and to be forgotten had consumed her.

I wasn't wrong. Hmmmm, this is a difficult thing you ask, but if you really want to do it, pledge your undying loyalty to me. Whatever I ask, whenever I ask, you'll do it without question. That's all. The demon said and went silent. I started to think. This was a really crucial thing to ask, my soul he asked for. I was about to pledge my soul to a demon of the Underworld. I sighed heavily, and made my decision. IN ORDER TO SAVE EVERYONE, MY SOUL IS BUT A SMALL PRICE TO PAY.

~TORIN~ Save Me by Jelly Roll echoed around my room, the rough ache in his voice scraping against every raw place inside me while I sat on the edge of the bed with my hands clenched tight in my lap and my head hanging low. Somebody save me… Christ. The song hit too damn close tonight.

" I let out a deep sigh when I heard that. My nose started to sting, and I felt like someone had ripped the soul out of me. I knew Teresa didn't love me and would do anything for Keaton. But seriously, even a stranger with stomach cancer would get more sympathy than this. I had spent years sleeping beside her. But when the doctor said I might recover, she still wanted me dead. I coughed violently, intentionally spewing blood everywhere on the bed and floor. I pulled out the mini voice recorder and transferred everything to my phone. Then, I called Dylan Chase, my lawyer friend. "I've sent you all the recordings of Keaton, Dylan. Along with what you found earlier, I'm ready to go all out to p

I spent the night in Eastoria and was not caught in the battle. When I got there, the sight was horrifying. There were dead bodies and injured people everywhere. They could only groan weakly when they saw me, but I knew right away that I could not help them. All I could do was give the mothers and their babies a special pill to ease their pain and help them find a little peace before they passed away. I arrived at the meeting spot by evening, where the smell of blood was even stronger than it was at the airport. I had just slipped into my special doctor's coat when two guards in black rushed me into surgery.

“I think our bank account disagrees with us. I don't want you to go through all these and in the end it's still a losing cause. Don't burn yourself trying to save me.” I shoot her a determined smile, and squeeze her hand tighter. “I think it's too late for that, mum. I'm already in the fire and the saddest part about it is, I'm going to sell my soul to the devil if it means I get to save you. I promise you that.” **********

My mind was racing. “Yes, she has their souls trapped.” Dad nodded. “Can we save them? Put their souls back in their bodies? Bring them back?” I asked, slightly mortified, but hopeful. Could I get Dax back?

I keep going, not stopping until I’m back on my parents’ block. Panting, I climb the porch steps and heft into the porch swing. I should cool down and then stretch, but I need to sit right now and sort out my thoughts. Because they’re all over the damn place. Taking my earbuds out of my ears once again, I call Marcus. “Are you being held hostage?” he answers on the second ring. “Yes, I am. Send me five thousand dollars,” I say dryly. “Or a new pair of Christian Louboutins, which would be slightly less expensive.”

“I think you’ve judged the situation wrong, Alpha. I am in no way a whipped puppy at her command. You can do as you wish with her. However, it seems I have a smaller, extra hearthstone that was broken off from the original. I believe it would serve your purpose, however, along with the girl, I want something else.” Ruax questioningly raised his eyebrow. “There was a breach in the realm yesterday. Someone had crossed the portal and entered here. I don’t trust them or their power. They cannot be allowed to live, not after being the only beings to cross the portal in well over a century. I believe they are in your possession? If you eliminate them, we have a deal.” “How many souls can this brok