Novel & Cerita Dark Souls 2 The Lost Sinner

Sometimes what we think we’ve lost forever isn’t truly gone—it’s just waiting in the shadows, lingering quietly until the moment it steps back into the light without warning. That was exactly what happened to Noah. He stood frozen at the head of the conference room, confusion and something sharper twisting in his chest as his gaze locked on seat number thirteen. Nathan sat there, staring straight back at him with wide, stunned eyes—the same eyes Noah remembered from six years ago, the same quiet defiance buried under layers of fear. It felt impossible, like a hallucination conjured from too many sleepless nights spent wondering where Nathan had vanished to.

But it was all good because I saw another version of Draven, he killed them with his hands and compensated them by sending the bodies to hell. They were reducing and I thanked my stars because all of this would soon be over and I'll check on Lucian whom we haven't even caught a whimp of his scent around. It was all going good until I saw him, another personality that looked like he emerged from a dark corner of light. His hair was silver, The root of his Irises flint purple and his height was so intimidating.

Too overwhelmed by my guilt and my inability to forgive God for letting me see this dreams, and myself. *...We are the salt and the light of the world. Let us shine our light and give Satan no room to overcome the world, it is written…* I remembered every night and those red eyes, they never stopped haunting me. It had been a while since I'd cried over what I'd lost, and I didn't plan to cry now, but I couldn't stop thinking about the dream that had woken me. The amber-eyed male and how he'd stripped me of every shred of my innocence.

Giovanna buried her face in Jennifer’s chest when Luciano glared at her, eyes probably bloodlust—as I could feel his body heating up. “God damn, will anybody tell me what’s going on?” Jennifer shouted out of a sudden. I turned my gaze at the men. My breath tangled when I felt an eye stopping on me. My body turned into liquid when those pairs of greys stoned at me. Oh fuck, he had seen me. No! Fuck no! His eyes immediately changed colour, morphing into a darker shade of lust. He exhibited a threat through his stare. His eyes exactly told what I had been forgiving to escape. He would not leave me, he would punish me, torture me, test me till I would beg for death.

E N D O F B O O K 1 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* BOOK 2: SHADOWS OF MY DARK PAST *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* “Can true love mend all the heartaches brought by the painful past?” The story follows the life of Diane after knowing the truth behind her forgotten past. How will she opt to continue living her life if the man whom she has gotten rid of—chooses to stay beside her?

“ I’ll handle it “ I snap. I flick the joint at Joker and he jumps up brushing the lit joint off his jeans with a curse. “ Dick “ he mutters, glaring at me. I smirk and stand to my full height , Joker was tall , but I was taller. “ Yup “ I agree , I pick up the folder off of the desk and have to stop myself rolling my eyes at the crime scene photos. So sloppy , so fucking messy. The kill looked ammature too. “ Keep on this, get Skip to hack whatever he can think of to get more information. Whoever this is , is pissing me off. No one goes against The Sinners like this and gets to walk away “ I snap throwing the folder down. I grab the keys for my sports bike and my helmet and walk past them.

I desperately want to talk, to ask if she can be more specific! "The future is still uncertain my child but never forget......Remember your birthright, it is the key" The white light surrounding me starts to fade and I'm left with more questions than answers as I feel myself start to descend back to my body. I hear the voice again but it sounds fainter and far away as the light fades back to the blackness of the night sky. "Remember" A warm feeling returns and Im vaguely aware of being able to feel my limbs. I can see Hunters wolf standing above me and feel him sink his teeth into my neck.

"Sleep, good boy. Dream of more." Downstairs, Eli tallied the haul, Roskov cash stacking neatly. Damien and Delilah texted: "Plugs buzzing in meeting. Clamps visible, bosses staring. Wet as fuck." Zeke smirked, remoting vibes higher. Sins fueled the machine. Night loomed with more temptation.

The beast was about to unleash its wrath and they could only pray to stay alive at the end of the day and watch the sunrise again. "Boss, you'll have to trust me." The man who was kneeling in front of the throne-like chair cried miserably. But no one pitied him. He had chosen the path of his own destruction and they could do nothing about it. "Trust..." The man let out a chuckle all of a sudden and stood up, forcing the kneeling man to scoot further away from him in fear. "I do not trust anyone in this world, Marco. Anyone but my brother and you..." His smile slipped all of a sudden and as he glowered at the kneeling man while resembling nothing less than the Asura from hell. He took slow, a

“Let’s go.” Slowly, they inch their way inside the building, moving ever so carefully as to not cause the whole place to collapse. Senna was still holding Amilia’s hand, tightening every minute they walk farther down inside. Amilia look around for some clue that may lead them to the lost souls but all she can see was dust and debris. There was nothing. No indication that they might have some children’s souls in here. Amilia look around one last time before she concluded that this place is clean. Well, clean of lost souls that it. “Senna, there’s nothing here. We should go.” Amilia look down on Senna but the latter was not listening to her.