Novel & Cerita Painful Soul

A brutal, decisive force tore through my very soul without warning. It felt like someone had reached into my spirit and ripped out the Soul-Brand I had seared into Larissa’s spirit a century ago. Flesh, blood, and all. The backlash was agonizing. A strangled grunt escaped me as I slammed onto one knee. The pain was a thousand times worse than silver poisoning. It felt like a piece of my very soul had been flayed away. Cold sweat soaked my back. The agony turned my vision red. “How is this possible…” I clutched my chest, gasping for air, my pupils shrinking.

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

They continued their act for a while before Rhea choked. She freed herself only to realize something was burning. ********** The drive back home was filled with painful memories, she couldn't believe she had been deceived all the while. She had been used as a pun and had played with an innocent person. All she could think of at that point was drinking out her pain or maybe smoking it out. She thought for a while as she thought of the idea of informing Rhea who she knew would be worried about her. Rhea would be the best person to talk to and she probably knew how to put a smile on her face again.

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

I never thought that I had a soul. I never gave any thought to the notion. But now I know I have a soul because I can feel it being ripped apart. I never knew there was pain like this in the world. I’ve suffered all manner of injuries in my life, but nothing will ever compare to this. It feels like someone has taken my soul, tied it to a tree and is whipping it with razor blades. Every whip brings a new wave of agonising pain and a gaping hole where my heart used to be.

I don't think he will come to me tonight because he has so much explaining to do to Mitchell and she is his soul and soul is more important than shame. I sat in a cab, sending a text to Joanna that I am fine and going home, and asked her to go home safe and let me know once she is at home. There is so much hurt, anger, and embarrassment inside me that I am afraid I am going to burst but I locked everything inside my head and heart for now. I can't have a mental breakdown in a cab. I will learn one day to not get hurt by anything easily and wait patiently for it.

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

Chapter Fifty Eight (Spencer POV) Pain rips through me, that's what happens when the soul is ripped from the body. For most it lasts the briefest of moments not even registering to the person that it has happened. But for me, because of what I am, who I am, the pain seems never ending. I can feel the soft grass below me vaguely with my eyes clenched closed, my body curled into a ball, my hands clutching at my chest at the memories of how I ended up like this flash through my mind.

Hope POV There is something inside me that I didn't think could break anymore, I thought I had already suffered all the pain, physical and mental. I have lost loves, friends and enemies. I have shattered and reinvented myself. I felt my soul being torn, my skin being burned, my bones being broken and my muscles being ripped. I knelt and begged, I prayed and cursed. I cried tears of blood watching the souls of some comrades being annihilated. I cried because I lost a love, I cried because I lost lovers, I cried because I couldn't be close to the one I longed to be with the most. I cried and begged for the pain to stop.

Then again, why am I feeling anything but peace? My chest is hurting, my head is aching and my soul . . . my soul seems to be stuck and attached onto my body, still. I can't seem to see anything around me or hear but the pain is all too clear to be a mistake or a dream because the pain is somewhat . . . vivid. There's only thing that I can be sure of. Just one and one only, nothing else needs confirmation. So, Kenna Anne, till death do us part, indeed.