Reckless Soul Novels & Stories

[flashback] Kayla’s being scolded now for a sin that she didn't commit. It’s because her mom's favorite vase worth several million was broken. She didn’t know what happened here because when she arrived it was already broken. She was right in front of the broken vase picking up the pieces just so no one will get hurt when her mom came that's why she thought Kayla was the one who broke it and scolded her right away.

She was his fiance for almost a decade does the relationship seem no value to him? As she lay in bed, the memories flooded back - the fear, the pain, the violation. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to claw her way back to the surface. And the worst part was the lack of remorse in his eyes, the callous indifference to her suffering. It was as if he had no soul, no humanity left within him.

I let out a snarl of rage, flinging the half-empty bottle of alcohol onto the floor, shattering into a thousand pieces, the liquid splashing across the marble floor. “Fuck…” I mutter, all rage leaving me and I just feel… empty and defeated. “Well, I’m not going to clean that up.” I stiffen, my head snapping up and I look over at the sofa where she sits cross-legged, wearing one of my t-shirts, her endless legs on show, a mug of coffee in her hand and her gorgeous curls in a messy bun on top of her head. So casual, not realising she is my entire fucking world. Milena…

I could see every bit of fear In his eyes but he held the answer to my question deeply embedded within his soul. "I can't say who it is, have mercy." His pleas for mercy fell upon deaf ears as I was possessed by this demon called rage driving my soul to a point that was totally reckless. As he ’d said that. I had a rash brother—I didn’t want to be the one that would bring death to a man that looked to have his own family but at the same time I wasn’t ready to give up yet; his attention had sparked a thrill inside of me. A thrill that burnt deep inside my soul with so much recklessness , I had lost every bit of empathy that was left in my soul as that moment I was filled with a different type

I let a heavy sigh before I stand behind the pole and think of all the steps and tricks, I gathered inside my mind for this music, and suddenly, Leusam’s face showed up in my mind that makes my heart beats so fast, like his heating up my whole system and as the music started, that racing passion inside of me explode. “Mama always told me that I was too naive, gave away my trust for pennies, I said don't you worry, didn't think that I'll be broken down and crying help me, Wrecked? Check, Heart? In debt, all you do is come around just come here to collect Wrecked? Check, Heart? In debt” I start with an emotional movement while holding the pole before I lift up with crucifix climb and burden wi

Death was right, but the person who caused it would suffer from remorse until he died. Pictures taken of a beautiful birthday celebrated and a picture of a happy family... Demir looked at his watch while sitting on the terrace. It was : and tonight was the end. The day came when he would put his daughter alive in the grave. He took the last sip of his drink and stood up. She staggered to her daughter's room. He grabbed the door handle. He didn't have the courage to open it. He lowered the handle of the door and walked slowly towards his daughter. He was sleeping peacefully. He had told his daughter, his life, everything, one by one, about his plans for tomorrow. He listened and agreed, cryin

But tonight, none of that mattered. As I went closer to the bar, my fears kept pulling me back, but no! I grabbed the bottle. "Johnny Walker," the label read. With a twisted grin, I uncapped it and placed it against my lips. I didn’t sip. I gulped. I kept drinking until a sharp pain tore through my chest. I gasped, pressing a hand against my ribs. But then, I laughed again—because Michael Finsch was a disgusting bastard, and I was an even bigger fool.

Drake barked. The men scattered quickly. Black returned moments later, head bowed. “Sir, he escaped.” The air turned deadly in a second. Alessio mined slowly toward Black. “You,” he said quietly, “caught him right.” Black barely nodded. “Yes, sir.” “And then,” Alessio tilted his head, “he escaped.” Black didn't dare answer. The first slap echoed like a gunshot, snapping Black's head sideways. The second came harder. Then a third. A fourth.

He has my soul, I know and I myself gave it him. No matter how far I go away, my beast will find me and cage me in his arms always and forever. - Advika, The Beauty. Obsessed is a word the lazy use to describe the dedicated. — Siddharth, The Beast. ******

His control snapped like a live wire. His arms came around her, lifting her against him as his mouth claimed hers with a hunger that bordered on desperation. She could taste the fear in his kiss, the need, the barely leashed violence of a man who'd spent too long holding himself back. When they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, his eyes were wild in the candlelight. "This is dangerous," he said, his voice rough. "I know," she whispered back. "You should run. While you still can." "Where would I go? There's a hurricane outside."