Eyes Of The Soul นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She then removed the cloth from the canvas and took a few moments to focus on the painting. Her gaze was drawn to the painting of a woman with tears in her eyes, looking down at the ground. Angela sobbed as she gazed at the canvas. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. "It's me," she said quietly, her mouth agape. "Yes, Angela," The Crying Lady, "is you."

Looking up her eyes widened as she seemed to just realize he was even there. Time seemed to freeze as he watched too many emotions flash across Summer's beautiful blue eyes, all of them much to quick for him to read, before finally a hollow emotionless mask was set in place. The look reminded Asher of how her face and eyes looked the day he met her all those years ago in the pouring rain. So much so, it made a chill run down his spine. "Have you both ordered yet?" Summer asked plastering a smile on her face.

He missed him so much that Daniel had to practically shift at his place to accompany him. ‘What’s new today?’ He was looking at Daniel. His black curls were deshelved. His thick eye brows were decorating his dark brown eyes. His long eye lashes were fanning his cheeks lightly and Russell just noticed he was looking so fucking hot in those work glasses. His cheek bone was prominent. His cheeks were not so chubby like Russell or even Carson, still they were full. His dominent nose. Scrunching up momentarily when he would focus at his screen. And then…

I had actually been really happy these past few months. Memories suddenly flashed through my mind—memories of how happy my parents had been when I was accepted into college, memories of when I made a significant breakthrough in my research, and memories of how Miles had said he would marry me in the future. In the end, I struggled to open my eyes, only to see Carter, whose eyes were reddened. "You'll be fine soon, Cassie! Hang in there! Just hold on a little longer, okay? The doctor's already here!"

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."

“Pull! Now! Or it’s gone!” Avery gritted their teeth, digging deep. They visualized the soul’s light, imagined it as something human, something alive and begging not to be lost. They yanked, tugging with every ounce of strength they could muster. The threads flared, wrapping the soul tighter, drawing it toward them. For a moment, hope. The soul’s chaotic form began to solidify, glowing steadily, as if recognizing Avery’s pull. Victory seemed close, so close they could taste it.

I turned off the shower but I still couldn't get his scent off me. Wrapping myself in a robe, I went to my closet to pick an outfit for my interview tomorrow. I didn't want to be late. I needed this job. I ended up chosing a deep blue straight gown and a pair of red heels. I laid in bed and wrapped myself in blankets trying to sleep but I couldn't. Everytime I closed my eyes I was met the same set gold eyes. Haunting me and pulling me away from sleep. By the time it was 6am in the morning, I had gotten little to no sleep and my eyes were dull.

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

“Pardon?” “Nothing,” I replied with a shrug. Eros stared at his hands for a while then looked up. His blue-green eyes were filled with wonders. This was also the first time I saw someone’s soul and I believed it was only showing because my mother had kept it inside a crystal ball for a long period of time. If someone died normally the soul simply left the body and we wouldn’t be able to actually witness it. “What do we do now?” Eros asked, glancing at me and Ryker before finally fixing his gaze on me.