House Of Salt And Sorrows Novels & Stories

It was he who couldn’t be controlled, not it. Sarah put her hands back behind her neck. “That’s right, that’s right,” Wes said, nodding. Water dripped down his back and slipped into the cleft of his buttocks. Freezing. Small hailstones had stuck to his skin, mixed with the dirt blown in the storm, and turned into a thick, brown sludge. His hatred for them worsened now they were in his home; they polluted the carpet they kneeled against. Wes found it fitting that they would die in the living room of the family they tore apart. Beg to die, fuckers. Beg and I’ll give you what you need.

I have been like this for two weeks. I have the right to be like this, right? I have all the rights to be sad. I am also a human, for Pete’s sake! If Jackson, Jelanie and my father move on that fast, well, I can’t. Now I wonder if Grandma Momma was her real mother. I wonder if they were really my family? After I took the last bite of my chocolate bar, my eyes darted to my closet and a decision came up in my mind. I stood up and grabbed my back from the corner of my closet. I put some clothes on and check my purse if I still have some money to spend.

There was no gold or silver jewelry inside, just a small jar filled with candy wrappers. Atlas bought a house nearby and brought Jasmine back there. However, he did not live there; instead, he spent his days at the company, staring blankly at the candy wrapper jar on his desk. Every day, Jasmine would furiously smash and break things when she faced the empty house. If her milk for breakfast was even slightly warmer than she liked it, she would slap the housekeeper's face until it swelled. Finally, one of the housekeepers stormed into Atlas's office to complain, unable to bear it any longer. "Mr. Payne, I saw it all that day! Jasmine fell on purpose. She framed Mrs. Payne!"

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

What an odd phenomenon. Though, he can’t be too sure what to call it. Is it a curse, because its taking the lives of his vampire—or a blessing, because they’re saving them from drowning in misery? All victims so far are widows, regardless of gender. They are all tortured by life and has had their hearts taken twice. Who is truly benefiting from this? Could it be the witches? Did they cast a hex on their House? Or did the House of Sorcery betray them?

“There are a lot of them.” We both turned around to the store as he answered me. There was no one in the store now. I leaned forward to check the inside and found the two people lying unconscious on the floor. I immediately jumped through the counter and landed beside the lady. As I check her pulse, Gavin also climbed inside effortlessly. He looked around the smoke checking the things there. There were traces of withcraft that wasn’t visible to the naked eye. There were larvae on the floor and a vial of green liquid near the foot the barista. Fortunately, there was nothing with the lady, so I check the barista. He was also fine. They would wake up not that long. “Aren’t you planning to chase

I knew you didn't do anything wrong, but I still got you tangled up in this mess. Before I could finish reading the text, a tidal wave of emotion hit me, and my phone slipped from my limp fingers, crashing to the ground. I crouched down, cradling my head in my arms, as tears of utter hopelessness streamed down my face. My world used to be a place of endless gray. Loving Thomas was like a beacon in the darkness, my second faith. All of a sudden, they were telling me... It was all a lie... All those moments of misguided love, the feelings I poured out, the pain I went through… It was all one big, cruel joke.

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She tugged at my top. Her smile filled me with joy that I had never felt before. My hand sparkled with a wedding ring. His hand reached out to hold mine. We were married, we had children, and we were a family. My heart felt like it was about to burst with happiness. I reached out for his hand. As I touched him, he turned to smoke and dissipated. I spun to see the children disappearing into smoke also. The park turned cold as the air blew through. The clouds darkened and the snow began to fall once more. Panic, fear, and sadness ran through my veins. My perfect family, my perfect life, gone just like that.

He stopped trying to hold himself together. Tala pulled his body flush against hers in the warm, churning depth of the spring, her legs wrapping securely around his hips as she guided him into a slow, breathless union. The ripples of the pool slapped quietly against the dark stone walls, echoing the rhythmic, heavy cadence of their breathing. She met his desperate, fiercely passionate movements with an open, loving surrender, letting him take whatever he needed to drown out the echoes of his family's sins. Locked in the dark, steaming sanctuary of the depths, Soren finally let the tears fall, his grief completely washed away by the saving grace of her touch and the unyielding anchor of her e