Grieving Soul Retire Novels & Stories

“So, I’m shit out of luck.” He hesitated, glanced at me, then looked over my shoulder. “I do know one of their top executives is leaving.” I leaned forward, interested at that piece of news. “Why?” “His wife was ill. Her prognosis is good, but he’s decided to make a change for their family, and stay home.” “It’s a temporary position?” Brian shook his head. “This is the sort of man Graham Gavin is. He’s giving him early retirement with full pension and benefits. He told him once his wife recovers, he’ll send them on a cruise to celebrate.”

“I can help them, Arion, but every soul I guide reminds me of what I’ve left behind. It’s a cruel irony—helping others find peace while I’m still searching for mine.” Together, we moved along the riverbank, guiding the souls toward their next destination, a place of rest and renewal. The Spirit River shimmered under the celestial light, a bridge between worlds, where laughter and tears intertwined in a dance of eternity. The ache in my chest was a constant companion, reminding me of the love I had left behind.

I stayed another half hour, working through the practical details with a clarity that felt, strangely, more healing than any emotional conversation could have managed on its own, concrete steps replacing the formless grief that had been sitting in my chest since the night of his first confession. By the time I left, the sun had started sinking low over the harbor view he'd always claimed was the real reason he never wanted to retire, and I sat in my car outside the house for a few minutes before driving, letting the weight of the day settle properly before I made myself move again.

Special Chapter. Heart Mind and Soul. "Daniel, we are done for today. Are you free now"? Russell entered Daniel's office after attending the last meeting of the day. Daniel was feeling low since morning and although Russell had asked him to stay at home, he insisted to accompany Russell as Carson was busy with his surgery schedule and Max was out of the country with Park to pursue his doctorate degree. "Hmmm. Yeah, I am free". Daniel opened his beautiful eyes to see Russell standing near him. He sat up straight in his chair and hugged Russell around his stomach.

I'd trade my life for yours. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. I was gonna lose it if I didn't do something. So I trashed everything that belonged to Fabian. Then I called HR and fired Roxana. A few minutes later, Fabian stormed in, face dark. I clutched Luca's urn, eyes burning. "If I'd known firing her would drag you back, I'd have done it sooner. Maybe then you would've shown up for your son's funeral. This—" I held the urn tighter. "This is all that's left of him. You still wanna see him?"

Pretty, tragic Iris with her red curls and damaged eyes and convenient helplessness. Edward’s widow. My son’s widow. “When?” I stammer. “Thomas asks me to move her things into his room last week,” Margaret says. “I would have told you sooner, but you’ve been away and out of contact.” I blink back sudden tears as I recall where I’ve been for the past week: on a grief retreat. I spent seven days and six nights surrounded by lush beauty, serenity and calm… and four other mothers who have also lost their children. It was therapy, and camaraderie, and torture all at once, and I’m not at all sure that it was the right thing to do.

Unsure how to react, Elise’s lips twitched as her eyes refocused on the papers taking in the words ‘post grief recovery. Did she really need it? Not wanting to put Granny Jasmine through more stress, especially with the help she had offered to her, she nodded instead. “If that’s what you want, I will attend it.” Now, three days later, Elise stood in the courtyard of the retreat center with her small duffel bag, feeling like a stranger in her own skin. The place was modest—a converted estate nestled between hills, with stone pathways and flowering vines climbing white walls. Other attendees milled about, their faces carrying the same exhausted emptiness she recognized in her mirror.

"I know you're going through a hard time right now and-" "Get to the point, CJ." He huffs. "You're calling me CJ?" "That's your name, right?" "I know you're hurting and you're hurting people in the process. People you love. People who love you. And you're pushing them away. And it's not right, Terra" "What's right, dear therapist?" "Scream. Cry. Shout. Just do whatever you've got to do to grieve your mom. I know it's hard but that's the only way you can move on from your mom."

Nate shouted from behind, feeling both amused and sorry that things turned out the way it did. But who knows, on a day like this maybe her soul will finally be able to let go of the dead and look forward to creating lasting bonds with the living. ******************************

her tears were falling and the sadness in her kind voice can be heard “Grandma will always love you, I can’t go to the afterlife because I’m anxious about you. Though I can’t save you from the accident, I'm very sorry that only her soul was the one that I can manage to help” she touched the nose of John Carl and then kiss his forehead, her body slowly vanishing from existence as she hugs tightly the body of his grandchild “Grandma will always be in your heart, this is my limit... I love you and goodbye my cute little angel...” because of overusing her soul power to its very limit, she can’t back to the flow of reincarnation again and her soul will completely vanish in every timeline, but she