Can You Save My Dirty Soul Novels & Stories

"Mallory Silva, when will you stop with this nonsense? You even hired someone to stab you just to push me? Do you really think this will make me let you go? You win, okay? I'll cut all ties with Charlotte tomorrow. Just stop this insanity!" [System notification: Attention. The portal home has been opened. Method of exit is death. Upon death, you will immediately return to your original world, and all your pain will be erased. An additional 50 million dollars will be awarded.] I laughed and said, "Jonathan." He was taken aback, probably not expecting me to actually speak up. I looked him in the eye. "I seriously don't want to be your wife anymore." He'd made one too many promises to cut ties

"Please. Just delete it and we can pretend-" "Delete it?" He laughs, and it's not a kind sound. "Bree. Sweetheart. I've already saved that voicemail to three different cloud services. I've got it backed up on two hard drives. That recording of you begging me to come on your face and make you thank me for it? That exists forever now."

How many times had I told that idiot, son of a bitch (sorry mama) to stop drinking and fighting at the same time, this was the third time this week that I had to bail him out of jail. “Can you once in your useless goddamn life do as you’re told! I swear the next time you get caught I’m not coming to help you and you can rot in jail with the rest of those old geezers.” “Awww come on brother, you know you secretly love me and would miss having me around if you ever did that, I’m the sunshine in your life.” I rolled my eyes at him, because I would never admit it out loud and even kill anyone who dared to say it, but regardless of everything, I did love my brother and my 2 sisters, Zahra and Ava

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

A song that had given me hope and helped me survive until Daniel could rescue me. He began singing as I sat frozen in my seat. His voice was soft and beautiful, hitting each note perfectly as he softly strummed his guitar. “Look into my eyes, you will see, what you mean to me. Search your heart, search your soul, and when you find me there, you’ll search no more. Don’t tell me it’s not worth tryin’ for. You can’t tell me it’s not worth dyin’ for. You know it’s true.” He raised his green eyes and they locked onto me, burning into me as his words spoke into my soul. “Everything I do, I do it for you.”

I chuckled a bit Back ground music Sun mere humsafar Kya tujhe itni si bhi khabar Sun mere humsafar Kya tujhe itni si bhi khabar Ki teri saansein chalti jidhar Rahunga bas wahin umrr bhar Rahunga bas wahin umrr bhar, haaye How i am gonna survive with this drunk maniac?! God Save me Suddenly, she got up and she went inside the apartment. She placed that ant on the table and started to glare at me "What?!" I said while shrugging my shoulders

You're my sunshine on a cloudy day, darling. LonelyGirl: My days have been pretty cloudy too. LimberJack: Lay it on me! LonelyGirl: no no no, this isn't for that type of talk. LimberJack: look at it this way, if you unburden on me now I can help you relax. so lay it on me so I can pretend to lay on you, sweetheart. LonelyGirl: you are too good to be true. please tell me you're ugly with lots of insecurities and have a porn addiction or something LOL 😝

“Nobody can save him like this.” Ben’s face tightened. “The only thing that can save him,” I continued, “is transferring his soul into a human body.” The words came out steady now. “A flesh-held human body,” I added. “To give him a chance to live again.” Silence stretched between us. “That’s it,” I whispered. “That’s the only option.” My hands curled into fists. “I know I’m selfish. I know that.” I laughed softly, humorless. “I’m one hundred percent selfish.”

They reappeared as quickly as I wiped them off. “I thought… maybe I could meet my mother’s soul after I die.” My voice cracked. “I know it was a silly hope…” “A silly hope is also a hope. And it hurts when the hope breaks. Sweety, I feel terrible that I might have unknowingly broken that very meaningful hope of yours. I truly am sorry,” she reached out and caressed away my tears with her fingers. I shook my head. “Your soul is contracted to my sons, so even after you die, they’ll keep a track of you and contracted souls rarely reach salvation, so…”

The color drained from his face. “What is that?” Savannah couldn’t answer. Not yet. Not with words. Her mind swam, screaming. That wasn’t science. That wasn’t resurrection. That was legacy. That was design. She picked up the test tube. Held it to the light. Two girls. One soul. And behind her, a whisper trailed in the air, spoken by no lips but felt in her bones: “You saved me once. Will you end me twice?”