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Feeling desperate to call him back and hold him. ...... Tabby

Relieved sobs escape her lips and I rub her stomach to help calm her down. "I wish these nightmares would stop," she chokes in broken sobs. "Shhh, I'm here. It wasn't real," I say in a soothing whisper and she shutters a calming breath. "Can you take the day off," she asks in a choked whisper. "I'll ask Sully," I say softly and reach for my phone. He answers on the second ring and I ask softly, "Hey Sully, would it be possible if I took today off? Kelly woke up an emotional wreck."

Bella explained, making Carissa even more confused. "Because of the accident, my soul died, Carissa, and now my body is empty, and you will occupy it. You will enter Arabella's body, live my life, and continue your life as me," he explained again. "But why? Why should I be you?" asked Carissa confusedly.

It said, "Winter Brooke, last stage stomach cancer." Winter Brooke… Last stage stomach cancer… I felt as though something massive had just struck me in the head. As Colette screamed at the grunting boys to stop fighting, I was suddenly transported back to that day when both my parents jumped off a building to end their lives after going broke. Then, Colette came over to my house with Finnegan's elder brother, Joachim Churchill, and poured boiling water down my throat. She wanted me to lose my voice forever. That way, she could replace me and tell Finnegan that she had been the one who had been painstakingly taking care of him for the past three years.

‘Accashia, my Accashia. Without questioning the soul, Ursula called for the blue orb. Using the power of her malicious tongue and sweet words to lure the soul in. “Come to me, come to me… the mournful mother.” Not a hint of reluctance came to her mind. For the soul was the mother of Accashia and Luther and the other three souls that went along with Luther. The failure. But this one… this soul had a mission, to find her daughter. And Ursula is ready to use that strong will to do the thing she wanted to do most. Kill Calleb. She reached out her hand, opening her palm to let the soul sit on her hand.

A heavy sob built in my chest. I held the fabric tighter and whispered, “I’m sorry, Mother.” I didn’t want to take it off. But I would. Because somehow, I still believed… If I tried hard enough, he might learn to love me.

The Soulmate Covenant is the connection of two souls, the bridging of differences in the name of love, peace, and harmony. Goddess Freya, Goddess of Fate, determines these pairings up on high. But the love between these two souls is nonetheless very real and very powerful. Love cannot be forced, even by a goddess. Therefore, The Covenant is but a seed that must be nurtured and watered to grow. The seed is planted, and it is up to the soulmated pair to tend to it. But if the wrong choice is made that intentionally harms part of the pair, that plant with wither and die.

“Is he here to take her soul?” Martius nodded. Arram sped into the hut and met the reaper, pointing his stick at Desdemona to take her soul out. “No!” Arram yelled. He ran to stop the reaper, but the soul was already out of Desdemona’s body before he could reach him. Arram grabbed the soul before it entered the reaper’s soul sack, but it flooded out of his hand like water poured into a basket. The soul came together and fell into the soul sack.

I need to play this drama, act along with it. Who said I need to fall in love with her? I just need to wait. I just need to wait till she turns 18 and I steal away her soul. I remembered the time a while back. How I made her sit on my lap and fed her with my own hands. I remembered the blush that trailed down her cheeks to somewhere which ended inside her dress. She looks like her. I just want to grab her and kiss the hell out of her. The time I nipped on her lower lips, a familiar sensation trailed down my groin. I wanted to suck on her blood while thrusting inside her while she moaned for more. But I had to control my urges to take her. She is not her. I have to remind myself every second.

“Signing a contract to sell your soul.” Sell her soul?