Novel & Cerita Pure Spirit

I could feel it. There were so many things about him I couldn’t explain: the way he looked at me, the way his gaze controlled my body, the way his voice made me hunger to hear it again. He was sin, wrapped in a beautiful body with silver hair and to keep myself pure, I… I had to stop seeing him.

I asked Crystal. She looked at them furiously. "Because they fought with us, you are the only one who did not. Peace must be maintained, and pure souls must be free." My head was aching because of that quote from them. Pure souls must be free, what do they really mean by that?

She knows that Lita understood her when she made that sign. Feeling assured, she wheels away from them and waits for an answer from the other line. “Hello Marianne…” said the voice of John. Marianne smiles as she remembers his apology call after his drunkenness mess. His tone was very formal, and then he made an excuse by telling her ‘I was in the state of non compos mentis, for my mind was poisoned with fermented compounds. I shall not touch it again if it pleases you, but please be very considerate’.

"With a heart unclouded, the heavens reward diligence. "With unwavering righteousness, the specters are struck with fear. "With emotions unbridled, the universe aligns with the heart. "With ambitions soaring, the waters rise and winds surge. "The sky is vast, the earth expansive, like clouds flowing with the stream. "As purity cures at the root, integrity guards the self. "With utmost virtue and goodness, self-actualization is achieved!" … Gideon was desperately suppressing the frenzy poison. Winter had underestimated his medical skills. Even with the terrifying poison, Gideon managed to contain it after a brief moment of disorientation.

One woman began singing, the other danced, each move flowing with the beat. “Who are those?” I asked, still not turning to Zane. “Spirit dancers.” I turned my head to him , accessing his face like I had heard him wrong. “What? Spirit dancers?” He nodded once. “Yup. They are used to awaken spirits, revive dead pure souls, sometimes purify dirty ones, but most especially, they are for the reborn.” He was blabbing. “Are you ok?” I asked. “Perfectly fine with you right here baby.”

Thinking something was wrong, he forced the door open–and saw her, clothes disheveled, draped across Marcus. He was furious. He slapped her on the spot. "This is outrageous! He's your sister's fiance!" Vivian Sterling, my stepmother, immediately stepped in front of her. "How is this Nina's fault? Nina is gorgeous. Everyone had been drinking. They're young, you know how it..." Nina suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me, tears streaming down her face as she slapped herself. "I didn't mean to, I swear! "I… I drank what you gave me. I wasn't thinking clearly…

"They want you to doubt yourself. They want you to believe that you’re a product so that you’ll stop fighting and accept your 'purpose.' Don't give it to them. Don't let them rewrite the last year of our lives as a series of ones and zeros." ​"I have to go back," he said, his voice dropping to a hollow, monotone whisper. "I have to find the remaining nodes. If I’m the vessel, if I’m the one who holds the original blueprint, then only I can delete it from the source.

Everything in the mansion was high-end and luxurious; even the drinking mugs were crafted from pure crystal. Adrian drained the red liquid in one gulp, his thoughts drifting to the restricted area of the East Wing and the mysteries it concealed. The Prophecy… Tsk… He let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head as if to erase the thought from his mind. Looking at his right hand and the expensive gold chain adorning it, Adrian smirked arrogantly. His thoughts were shrouded in mist, yet his gaze held a strange affection. …

"From the very beginning, that which purifies the consciousness itself. One that iterates the cycle of birth is merely a gear designed to carry the wheel of time. Or rather, just a wish by a wandering consciousness. The name, Soleil Voyage, or the one which burns life itself, also teaches its meaning. It has no static past nor the future, neither does it matter. Behold the cosmic conjunction between the records of the Akasha." Fang added, "It never let you get past with an evil blade in your hand, so allow yourself to rest easy. One that strikes upon the neck of the demons and rips them to shreds with furious anger. Leaving you with just yourself—your genuine spirit—while guiding you to that

“What?! Oh come on guys, I’m dating a twenty-eight-year-old and the fact that I drink is somehow shocking? Hell, the fact that I’m even dating in it is a shocker.” “Oh trust me, it’s not the drinking that’s a shocker...” Hughes says looking at me in shock, “it’s the fact that you prefer Sake to this. You are aware that Sake is stronger than whiskey right. Like, jet fluid and tar compared to a mild spirit.” “Martin...” August sets his glass down, eyes boring into Martin who visibly gulps. “Y-Yes?” “Did you know she drank?” Martin opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off.