L'âme Perdue Novels & Stories

he inferred and at the granoling of his words, I frantically began searching my pockets and vests for the ATRF40 General Dzarma had given me but then It was missing. "I had a radio frequency," I voiced and instantly his features shone with interest but then squinting in fear afterwards upon realization of the use of the word 'had.' I wandered panicky within my mind, trying to look for the memory that held its location while my hands still fumbled and searched. His eyes closed when he detected that the piece was nowhere to be found, releasing a frustrated breath with his hands thrusting upwards before threading it through his hair. "It must have fallen off at the minefield," I mumbled as my h

Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die)

I felt a hot liquid flow from my eyes and run down on my cheeks. “N-No…” I finally voice out. “Y-You were lying.” “I am sorry Meri. She loves you and she’s calling your name before she finally closed her eyes.” “No, you liar! Momma is not dead!” I shouted and made some of my schoolmates look in my directions. “She told me she will watch me get the trophy again.” “Your grandmother will have a wake at the chapel near the Green’s mansion. I’m sorry.”

I feel the shift take over and find myself standing in Hetty's form before a confused and embarrassed Carla. "You fix this by undoing it Carla. I can't contact Hetty. You've separated us, but I'm still here. You can't get rid of me, so let us go back to how we were." "Honour? Why are you in Hetty's form? Where is she?" "You tell me! You've messed with our balance and now we can't hear each other and are all mixed up." They've messed with things that no one really understands. Only the goddess knows. "Put. Us. Back."

His fierce words warmed my heart, but I could hear the hidden insecurity. He was proud yet vulnerable. I couldn't get enough of him. I kissed him, whispering, "Don't worry. I told him flat-out that the only man I love is Byron Stein. I'll only ever be your wife." His eyes glittered like stars, and he kissed me back. In the heat of the moment, I heard his hoarse voice. "Scarlett, you gotta show me you mean it with some action." "What kind of action?" "Let's give Edith a little brother or sister."

Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde a vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde a vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde a vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde a vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die)

He kept singing and lifted his head, giving me that deep look that made everything spin. My soul has already lost its way My body doesn't recognize my commands A lifetime to love you I already gave up on escaping I'm out of breath, Little One. Breathless

Pov. Amber I hop off my motorcycle and whip my helmet off, I look around the school parking lot to see the group that I spotted when I rolled in, staring at me. One of the men really catches my attention. He has to be about six foot six, he has jet black hair and cold gray eyes. He’s leaning on a 1969 black Impala. Out of nowhere some chick in a cheerleading outfit pops up in front of me. “Hi I’m Josephina!” She yells at me in one of those peppy voices you would hear in one of the “Bring It On: movies.

She left the bottle on the counter and walked in the direction of the sound. She passed his study and there was a turn; she had never been here. The door was ajar. She opened it and trembled in fear as his voice boomed into the space again. The room was dark, dim, and only colors there were grey and black. The only blue color was the hue on Aslan’s back which he had caused by whipping himself.

Before I could say anything to tell her to put it down, Adrian rushed over and yanked the scarf off her. "Don't use that." His eyes showed obvious disdain. Rosalind's lips curled into a smirk. "Adrian, I don't mind if it's filthy. After all, Colleen didn't ask to be sexually abused three years ago…" I stared at them coldly. Rosalind stood up once more, as if trying to adjust her position, but she intentionally let her bag slip, and out fell the property deed. Covering her mouth, she exclaimed, "Ah, sorry, Adrian's gift fell out."