Reckless Soul の小説・ストーリー

But what I forgot is once you taste the drug, it creates havoc in your head but at the same time the peace it brings makes you strive for more and more. And you keep doing it again and again, you risk everything. Put everything at stake. But you can't get rid of the addiction. Fuck!!!! She is everything I hate in a woman. She is sassy and likes to talk back. Even at our first meeting, she showed a mean attitude, that no woman before even attempted to do. Reckless. She is the definition of recklessness. She acts, before thinking. A trait, I hate people with. My brother Luciano possesses it too.

Let go of your precious sunsets You know this is no game. "Walk until you are no more Run inside your soul Maybe this way you’ll find out What you’re looking for. "Then forget to endlessly shatter In pieces of what used to be Face that every moment you curse Becomes something you don’t live. "Let go of your precious glory You know it’s not the same. "Wasted time in yesterdays The clutches of a never-ending hunger Lust for sin, pray for faith." “Okay,” she muttered, lighting a cigarette as she stared down at her own words, wondering where the hell they’d come from. Like she didn’t know.

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'

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

"Just as you can't ask that person why he doesn't have legs, you can't ask me why I don't have a conscience. I don't have a conscience." His perfect, stern face turned forward, his strong hands gripping the steering wheel like a murderer gripping his victim's neck; Everything around him, animate or inanimate, seemed to be its victim. A few seconds later he started the engine and the black car drifted across the drenched road, the sound of water from the wheels cracking the puddles, leaving roaring corpses on the land of my shattered mind. It was as if my soul had been driven to the gambling table one after another by someone and I was lost at that table.

"My performance crew finally granted my skin a half-day release, so my carriage rushed straight here from the stage grounds. My mouth hasn't swallowed a single piece of meat yet." "Would your paws like to share the morning bench with the King?" "Yes. My thanks to your watch." My healing brain knows that high voice perfectly. The exact sound of it is basically burned into the very core of my soul. For five horrific winters, whenever my spirit suffered a midnight nightmare about the roaring fire, my ears would hear every single mocking word that Ayomide Okafor spat at my face before leaving my body to burn to death inside the Crimson Moon Tower. Our veins carried twin blood from the same mothe