Novel & Cerita Let This Grieving Soul Retire Novel

From gardener of a human plot, to a tender of the universal garden. The grief was deep, but it was not sharp. It was a soft, vast thing, like the sea itself. I lived on in the lighthouse, not as a widow, but as a keeper of a living memory. Keila’s family moved in, filling the stones with new life. Leo passed peacefully in his sleep a year later, a small, satisfied smile on his face, finally going to find his Elara.

I guess I now understand what ‘soon’ means: It has no end. With the weight of grief upon my shoulders, I found myself unable to endure the reminders of my shattered life within the confines of Nikita's house. With nothing left to look forward to, I quietly sneaked away, tears streaming down my face, desperate to find a purpose amongst the overwhelming pain. It was then, in the depths of my sorrow, that the fates carved a path for my redemption.

The soul’s laughter sounded truly repulsive to Xiao Chen, and the soul had already begun to take control of Xiao Chen’s body by reading his memories stored within the spiritual sea—the place where all of Xiao Chen’s memories, from both his first life and his current one, resided. “What is this? Where is this? No, this isn’t the world I know!” it said as it witnessed Xiao Chen’s memories of friendship—memories that felt so heartbreaking and so fragile. It even saw with its own eyes how Xiao Chen had died a tragic death in his first life.

Dante’s POV Gia was already waiting in the car. As I moved to enter, Luta caught my hand again, his eyes searching mine. “Please,” his tone was fatherly. “I know they’ve hurt you and they’ve stolen too much from you. But don’t lose your soul.” My face hardened as I pulled my hand away, avoiding his gaze. “Goodbye, Luta.” I slid into the car and Bruno slammed the door shut. At the back, I sat staring into the night. Luta’s words echoed in my mind as we drove, but I forced them away. My soul was buried the night they murdered my wife and left my child without a mother. That was the night it died.

Life had never been kind enough to offer the grieving a pause. One week after the soil above Nonna Sveta’s grave had packed and hardened, the Salvatore mansion reclaimed its heartbeat. Since before dawn, the corridors hummed with the measured rhythm of staff who had learned never to waste a step. The dense aroma of espresso crept upward through curling steam, brushing against the smell of gun oil as guards exchanged posts on schedule. The world moved forward to a tempo no one could renegotiate—as if grief were a license with a strict expiration date, and today, the clock had run out.

It was footage of Chelsea’s ordeal. I picked up the remote and switched to a children’s channel. The rotten flesh from the past had been removed. The wound had scabbed over and grown new flesh. The warm sunlight outside the window fell gently on the cradle. I closed my eyes. Not a trace of gloom remained in my life.

The luxurious, pristine white manor was now shrouded in thick smoke as it was engulfed by flames. I threw away the key, tore off the necklace around my neck, and threw it into the fire. Then, listening to the roaring flames behind me, I left the villa where I had grown up. I thought, 'Atlas, let's never meet again.'

Her twin’s light was nearly gone now, a flicker barely clinging to the outline of a body. He smiled, worn but peaceful. “This is how I end,” he whispered. “Not as your guide… but as your ghost. You no longer need me, sister. You’ve become the question and the answer.” His body unraveled into light and memory, vanishing before her eyes. And still, she did not cry. Not yet. The grief had not found its shape.

Until I open my eyes and dump once again this feeling. Fine Missamy! Enough! My clothes are getting wet already because of your tears! If you are just looking for the warmth of my body, just say so… What? What did you just say Jeff? Warmth of your body? Are you now insane Jeff? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

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