Novel & Cerita Reckless Soul

𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔✨✨ _Ujuritaellianna •••

"If it is another soul stuck in the—" "No, it is not." Her face turned serious. "There is a . . . thing making a disturbance in the West Coast. None of our scouts have seen it. It seems elusive, but humans are starting to take notice. We suspect that it is a rogue soul." "A rogue soul," he repeated dryly. The memories of their encounter with a 'rogue soul' were still fresh in his mind. "Are you sure it is not just a cat wandering in the dumpster?" "Yes." Thisbe looked annoyed. "You are a hundred and sixty-five now. Stop playing games."

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.

I declared and blew away the dust left of the soul. "Master." The demon hissed and bowed before me.

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

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.