L'âme Perdue Novels & Stories

He held my hand and apologized, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have believed others. All this is just because you're too beautiful, and I felt insecure. Let's get married, Lindsay. Please?" I still felt the pain of him throwing the bouquet at me. I shrugged his hand off. "Zach, you don't love me at all. I'm granting your wish. We're done." Zach kept up with me, looking sorry. "I love you!" He tried to touch my nose. "Why didn't you tell me you lost your sense of smell? I could help you with the treatment. I have a lot of doctor friends. Not only at the mental asylum. I have access to all the drugs, too, as well as specialists from around the world."

They stopped replying. At that point, Maggie's phone rang. She hurriedly clocked out and left work. I took one last look at Zach's file and stood up to go home. In the shower, I pulled off my silk scarf and exposed the ugly, twisted scar on my neck. Morris had caused it. Ten years ago, in the spring, I couldn't reach him. Courtney had disappeared, too. I gritted my teeth and used the last bit of money I had to buy a cheap plane ticket to find him.

the lost treasure Jasmine drive there and enter as she normally do She put a pistol around her belly packaging it like nothing is there When coming I gently put a camera on the room and it shows on my watch The man come and press the code and the lever start taking her again She get to Garbar and she is been offer some drink Jasmine : I need something from you Garbar Garbar : what little girl Jasmine : if I collect that from you your security may tried to kill me

It was as if the pianos whispered secrets of hope and solace, reminding her of the world she had once known—a world of music, joy, and unbridled love. Unbeknownst to Amelie, in another corner of the store, someone stood frozen in disbelief. Nathan Quinn, the Cunning Fox of Esmea who had spent years tirelessly searching for his long-lost sister, couldn't trust his own eyes. The girl before him bore an uncanny resemblance to the sister he had been torn away from during their childhood.

"My beloved, Your father has become more delusional in the way that he is thinking. If you ask me, I say that he has always been this way. Being here, I am sadly reminded that I have lost you and even possibly myself. My beloved, I so wish that you shall prove me wrong. I wish that you shall drag me out of this hole and that I shall be faced with your beautiful face again. But fate seems to remind me over and over once more that it shall never happen. I am sorry, my beloved. I place too much faith in others. It seems to be a rather annoying talent. And once again, I did it with your father, and believe me; I will always regret it. As with everything that I have done, I can only hope that you

EVERYTHING is dark and dreary. Cyrille can’t see anything as she continues on her long path to an unknown place. “Where the hell am I?” she asked herself, her body gasping for breath in fear as she kept making efforts to see in the darkness of space. As her body filled with fear due to the darkness, she kept on walking until she stumbled upon a tiny stray of light. At the time, she felt at ease because the stray light she saw helped make her step faster and faster, and the light she saw grew larger and brighter. She was able to reach the source of the light after a few seconds of walking, and there she saw a beautiful man lying on the altar.

And I thought I saw you out there crying And I thought I heard you call my name And I thought I heard you out there crying But are we all lost stars Trying to light up the dark? But are we all lost stars Trying to light up the dark?

When I open them, Luke is still watching me, waiting. "I need to get my bags," I whisper into the phone. "Luke will take care of everything. Just come to me." This man has always been able to turn my rational mind into chaos. He makes me forget who I am, forget what I want, forget every promise I've made to myself. I hand the phone back to Luke without another word and follow him toward the Range Rover. My legs feel like they're made of water, but I keep walking. I'm such an idiot.

He gave in and thrusted into her with gentle yet desperate strokes. When he was about to reach his moment of euphoria, he for once, just for a microsecond closed his eyes, which was a grave mistake because the next moment he opened his eyes, he saw the fire on the candles flicker before they were blown off one by one, turning the room pitch black once again.

Sunlight slanted over the corpse. The air was filled with an indescribable stench of decay, so intense it was suffocating. My skin had taken on a sickly grayish-green hue, swollen beyond recognition. The exposed muscles in my wounds had decomposed into a thick, viscous fluid. Time seemed to stop at that moment. Dad's gaze fell upon the barely distinguishable human form before Aunt Caroline. His pupils constricted. He looked like he'd been struck by a hammer. He was deeply shocked. "That's impossible," he mumbled in disbelief.