Grieving Soul Retire Novels & Stories

They never let each other’s side ever, and even after Emma came to know her dark secret, Sarah stayed by her side till the end. I rushed back into my apartment with the hope that I will find her there, but all I found was her letter. I looked at the garden on my terrace and the air breathes her soul. My bedroom is full of her tears, the lounge is covered in her laughter, and the kitchen has her scent. She has left every piece of her attachment behind. I have no idea how I am going to live without her love, smile, and laughter. I went to check my phone for a message of hers, and there I see a flashing light with Emma on it. It is a missed call; I immediately rang her number back and the numbe

I wasn't going to do anything stupid I was going to complete the mission and that would also be my last mission because, after the mission, I was going to pay for my sins. I was going to end my life. I schooled my face to reveal no emotion and walked towards the receptionist at the front desk. "Hello there, I'm Elena Davis. I'm here for an interview." I said with a tight smile. "Elena Davis, you're to go to the fourth floor." The receptionist replied with a smile after checking through her appointment file. "Thank you." I took the lift to the fourth floor and met with the secretary who directed me to the personal assistant's office.

Previously, I felt betrayed and hurt. The man who I thought I owed my life had now turned out to be the one ruining it. That thought made the pain worse. "The beautiful love which I felt from you has completely disappeared, Jihun. It completely has!" He chuckled darkly hearing me and with a smirk he stated, " Most things that disappear are beautiful! " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alpha Keen POV I left Gemma’s school hesitantly after watching her shattered spirit walk down the hallway with my brother leaving a piss of my soul at the school. When I get to my office an odd feeling pulls at me, and it makes my heart squeeze so much that I can’t breathe. I loose it and trash my office growling loudly, and when my energy is fully expelled I cash to the ground a broken reflection of myself. I needed to fix what happened between Gemma and I, because I can’t go on feeling like this and it’s only going to keep affecting my ability to run the pack. I am willing to do or be whatever she wants me to be, and I’m willing to grovel to get her back.

"I'm calling the staff meeting this afternoon to tell them. I'm going to give everyone two weeks' notice and help them find other employment. I'm going to shut down operations at the end of the month." Leo was quiet for a long moment. "I'm sad," Leo said finally. "I'm sad about this." "I know," Silas said. "I'm sad too." "But I'm also relieved," Leo continued. "I'm relieved to stop fighting a losing battle. I'm relieved to stop spending energy on something that's fundamentally already lost. I'm relieved to finally be able to move forward." Silas understood what his son was expressing: the complicated emotion of grief mixed with relief. The sadness of loss combined with the exhaustion of figh

Amidst the grief, my phone rang. At first, Helena thought it was a sales call. But after a few seconds, she shakily put it on speaker. "Hello, Mr. Rowan. I'm calling to ask if you still need the soul sanctuary crystal you reserved? If you make a 5% deposit now, we can continue to hold it for you." Hearing the words "soul sanctuary crystal," Valeria's breath caught in her throat. "So I wasn't mistaken," she whispered. "The day he went to sever the bond... he was already arranging his own funeral."

My boyfriend, Julian Vance, always said that people in relationships shouldn't use their partners as emotional dumping grounds. So he set a rule. I got ten minutes a day to unload on him. He said his job wore him out and he hoped I'd understand. I agreed. I even thought he simply had strong boundaries. Then my grandmother died, the woman who had raised me on her own. I came back from the funeral home still gripping the reading glasses she never got to put on. All I wanted was for Julian to hold me for a while. He sighed instead. "It isn't that I won't stay with you. It's that you've used up your quota for today." I asked through tears, "Can't today be an exception?" He said, "Once there's a

The seconds felt like hours until, finally, she let out a sigh. “I’d never sleep at night if you killed over from overworking or let some jackass steal your project,” she tutted. “And you’re too stupid to know how to look out for said jackass. You always were.” I sniffled. “Quit crying. It’s a waste of resources.” Her response was brisk and businesslike. “I’ll be coming out of retirement for you, Grace. But you need to understand that I won’t waste my time if you’re not fully committed. I’ll go back to sandy beaches without a bit of guilt.”

It had become increasingly evident that the affliction devoured the body from the inside, and for people like Gerfast who relied on selling body parts to the Elites in exchange for money, this would be the forked road by which his career and him would part ways. “Needed to retire anyhow.” A humourless smile graced his lips amidst the sound of breaking bones. He laid them side by side on an open cloth spread beside her hip and continued plucking the bones like delicate lilies in a garden of black, until all were carefully wrapped and ready for transportation the next day. Tucking her sternum back in, Gerfast began to sew her shut whilst muttering to himself incoherently and unaware of the fig

my therapist gently prodded, sensing my hesitation. "I feel lost... and I miss her," I whispered, my eyes welling up with tears as memories of Xanthe flooded my mind. "Grief is an unavoidable and natural part of life. At some point, we will all experience the pain of losing someone we love, often in circumstances that can feel overwhelming and devastating," my therapist offered, her voice soothing and empathetic. As I struggled to contain my emotions, my chest tightening with the weight of my grief, I took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. The memories of that fateful night still lingered, causing a lump to form in my throat and tears to stream down my face.