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Oh, and you're just a test subject for our research! Both her expression and her words stabbed at me like blades. She had taken everything from me—my identity, whom others had once looked up to, the results of my tireless efforts, and even the man that I loved. "Shut up!" I roared furiously. "Oh? Struck a nerve, did I?" Claudia sneered condescendingly. "Too bad. There's nothing you can do now. Well, unless the Swanson family finds you and breaks in to take you away now, that is."

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

“You got your soul.” “He’s not dead. Not yet. You’re mine now. No one escapes me.”

My knees nearly gave out. The other version of me screamed. I did too. Even now, I’m not sure if it was just an echo or if I actually shrieked in real time. Every hair on my body stood up. Then came her words—the ones that made my blood run cold. “Your soul belongs to me. I will kill you a hundred times if I have to, until I succeed in cultivating it. Don’t betray me.” I wanted to run. I wanted to disappear. But I couldn’t move.

“I can’t take this world without you. I never told you because I was too embarrassed, but you saved me. You saved me when I was at my darkest, and it was just knowing that you existed in this world that continued to push me through. Please, mi reina, stay with me. If you dare leave me, I’ll follow you to the heavens and drag you back. Do you hear me?” “Stop moving her so much,” the woman hisses. “You’re breaking my connection with her soul.” “HEr soul?” I repeat. “What the fuck does that even mean?” “It means that she has already stepped one foot into the nether realm, and now it is up to her if she wants to latch onto me and come back or if she stays there.” [Denali’s POV] I’m warm, so warm

She already had that f*cking fox Luo McCarner. But something went wrong. Luo somehow overpowered her. And she lost consciousness. And when she woke up, she was met with a deadly silver shine looming over her head, making her feel like the Grim Reaper was here for her soul.

"Believe me Protector, you are not in any position to decline this, I’m sure the consenting silence received from your father tells otherwise. The end of the world is near, what you only witness today was caused by your potency trying to manifest itself however billions of lives will tarnished if you don’t do anything about becoming who you’re meant to be, we beg of you, This is not a matter to be taken lightly. We’ll show you the way to control your potency, and the whole wide world will follow your lead." She slowly opened her eyes, below faint cries were heard caning both her ears and now drained heart, regarded every being tending to their loved ones, over-grown snorting Big Tee rescuing

I whisper to him, and he hiccups. Varien looks up at me, and I smile at him. "I, Reyna Andrew, cut ties Fallow Pack," I announced. I feel my sore, beat-up body into a new bond between me and Varien. "Let's go Varien."

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

More critical, who was she? I snapped back to reality when the voice was still shouting at me. ".... are extremely stupid. I will show you what I can do." And the call got disconnected. "Pl... Pl... Please leave me. I never knew that trying for a contract is this bad." Only after I heard the sobs, I understood that I was still holding her. I released her immediately. "Who are you?" "Just don't hurt me, please." "I am sorry. But how did you know that I am here."