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Carissa felt her lips stiffen; she wasn't sure what to say in front of Rey. . "I know, this must feel foreign to you, but you know, every day, you will be here accompanying me to work, or at least we will meet to let go," Rey smiled when telling her the habits she used to do with Bella. Carissa, who heard that, smiled faintly. The love story of Bella and Rey was very sweet; it's just that fate was so cruel, Bella actually died, and now there is only Bella's body filled with Carissa's soul.

Alone in the darkness, he grappled with the bittersweet torment of sacrifice, his soul haunted by the specter of what might have been. Alone in the dark corner of the room, Liam's gaze fixed on the ominous purple hue spreading from the scratch on his arm. He took out a bottle of water, and it wasn't sealed. It's because the water inside is from the well inside his space dimension. He drank it and poured some into his wound. He couldn't help but frown and wince as he felt a little pain from it.

Lucienne asked the lady who now seemed a bit confused with the type of questions Lucienne was asking her. "This is your body" "No, this... This is not my body" Lucienne shook her head. "What are you saying, Miss. Cherry?" The lady asked. "Cherry? I... I am not Cherry" she shook her head putting the lady into more confusion. "But.... But you are Cherry, are you okay? You hit your head against the bath tub quite hard, does your head still hurt?" Diana asked, her brows furrowed. Lucienne understood now, this was just like it happened in the movies, she had watched movies where the soul of someone would move into the body of another and that made her understand that her soul was now in the body

“That’s fine, your morning breathe will probably suck the life out of me anyways, I might as well take the sofa.” The two soon returned to their usual interaction of playful teasing and bickering; finally at ease knowing that they were no longer alone… they had each other no matter what the future had in stored. However, when one soul was at peace, another was unconsciously seeking a resting place… At Acre Hills asylum, in the dead of night, the flashing shadow of a certain young man appearing in a gust of smoke, slowly approached the pale figure curled up into a ball at corner of the room, frantically chanting words of distress…

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.

“Greed and Glutton.” Giggling in a hellish way as his interest is prequel more than it all should be and have. The chapter words ring towards the prominent character, by which in that particular chapter is engulfed with the sin of envy. Eaten by darkness and swimming by his loss of the person he cares about so much. He loves the idea as he loves the game. To the chapter that should be happening shortly, yet in the current one where he is, is the present that is set to the succeeding chapter of the book. It all left out to still be a mystery as of this very chapter. With the sins that are yet to be born, but their seeds had already been planted, he calls those two prominent names, two separat

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.

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She Rode More Than The Train (2) [In this chapter, Zara, the slut, meets another stranger and tries to have her way with him.] Zara braced one hand on the cubicle wall as the train rumbled underneath her. Her other hand guided her body down, slowly taking him in. His cock was thick, longer than she expected, and the stretch made her gasp. She rocked her hips gently at first, easing onto him inch by inch, her breath hitching as pleasure started to pulse through her core.

Chilli POV Am I okay? Is he kidding me! He drugged and abducted me, where I woke up in the back this fucking van, with a butch woman shouting at something. Then being pinned down and choked by said woman whilst he storked towards me with another syringe, so, no I'm not o bloody kay. There is a fire storm burning inside of me that has been brewing since I came too. I am inches away from blowing up and burning down this van as my patience runs thin. Why does this keep happening to me? "Chilli ... Isn't it? Your name, is Chilli right?" The scard man asks and I can't help but growl at him, "I get it, your angry, "