Ore Ni Trauma Wo Ataeta Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Warning : This chapter contains scenes with self destruction that maybe harmful to some audience viewer discretion is required. This is to inform all the readers to read at their own risk. Author POV It was the next morning when the sun rays hit Nitra’s face to bring her out of the deep sleep she was in, to be more accurate to get her consciousness back.the day was bright sun shining but not being able to enlighten her day not being able to bring her out of the darkness that was surrounding her after the night she survived. The previous night made her take on an impact she felt nothing but numbness. She was now not afraid, not frightened, not sad, not crying but she was not able to process a

I may have died once, but that doesn’t mean I would want to die twice! “I’m so sorry, Xiao,” it was The8’s words that made her feel the weakness she thought she already conquered before. As she had realized upon receiving the privileges of being a Soulwaker, thinking that her life would drastically change, she never thought that she’d feel weak once again. Now that another predicament was being forced upon her, she thought she would be facing it with full courage this time. Thinking that she already had faced death, she thought that things will be different for her from then on. But actually, nothing has changed. I’m still the same Xiao Lee Tatsunumi. The same girl who’s a coward. The same g

In that split second before the fatal blow from that tree, the sharpened rocks and impaling branches, I gather all the strength in my legs and in one push that shatters the entire floating ground and the roots that held me bound, I dash out of the tornado and land behind her. Pressure blade stained with blood. Her head drops to the ground first before her body. When I turn to take a look at her, I feel something in my side. “I thought I avoided them all.” Blood spills out of where a tree branch is caught in between my ribs, jutting out the front from its entry place in my back. “At least everyone is safe.” I tell myself as my knees meet the ground. As I lay there, I see something like a flar

Just maybe. Even if he's a perfect stranger to me, I still believe that he won't let any bad things happen to me. Just this once, let myself trust others. Let's just pray that Noire will protect me. But don't hope. Atleast, no hope's less pain. As I roam my eyes around, my heart suddenly skip it's beat. Picaresque is big but my description, didn't even reach the half of it's actual big as it is. 'Tribe of Picaresque'

Gasps and loud murmurs resonated just as November turned around and started walking out leaving trails of power and terror in her wake. _______________________________________ LUNA PUER TERRITORY, CAPE BRETON ISLAND, NOVA SCOTIA PENINSULA Aidan James holds Nicole’s hand. He gazes at her sleeping figure. The slashes, obviously left by November in her face stopped healing, it did nothing to completely regenerate her damaged cells. Three long slashes of scar remains and he was sure once she woke up all hell will break loose. As of the moment, Aidan was only grateful to have Nicole back home with the family, to him.

Marianna pointed toward the sequence Nicholas had drawn. “He isn’t recalling events emotionally.” She explained. “He’s categorizing the movements.” Althea stared. “He turned trauma into structure.” Marianna nodded slowly. “Instinctively.” The implications hit hard. That kind of cognitive adaptation at Nicholas’ age, wasn’t normal. It was extraordinary. And terrifying. Nicholas looked between them again. “Did I make a mistake?” He asked again, worry etched on his face. Althea immediately crouched in front of him, both hands cupping his face. “No.” She whispered firmly. She gave him a quick kiss on the nose to assure him. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

The buildings were empty and it greyed like the walls were decaying. She tried to move her legs but she stumbled. She was able to survive her previous experience but she was with Kalli. She hasn’t been sleeping well since then. She was still trying to outlive the trauma she couldn’t tell anyone. Now, she is drawn back to this again. Then, she heard the sound of footsteps. She struggled to get up but she managed. She can’t find anything she could hide with. She ran instead but the sound of footsteps grew louder. They're closer!

With widened eyes, Nori asked, "M-Master! How did you?" Fukitsu replied to Nori, "A doctor diagnosed it." "Fukitsu is right, Nori. I know how it works now. Do you have any ideas how I caught it?" Nori stood up, threw herself on the floor and apologized, "Forgive my incapability, Master! It's only a hypothesis for now, but I think it's connected to 'Eric." Eric, huh? I don't know how my childhood trauma somehow became an entity in my mind, but it's killing me.

Then glued itself back together with fury. “That isn’t your fault,” I said sharply. She flinched. I softened my voice. “None of that is on you. Or on me. They’re monsters. Their choices are theirs.” She didn’t answer. Trauma wasn’t logical. Trauma was a loop. The front door slammed. Heavy footsteps. Angry footsteps. Nestore and Nevio, perfect. Two storms entering my living room at once. Nestore was first through the door, chest heaving like he ran from the other side of the compound. His eyes scanned the room, locked on Lira, and his expression shifted from rage to calculation to something almost gentle in half a second.