Save My Heavy Dirty Soul 소설 & 이야기

I came again, falling apart in his arms, tears streaking down my face, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He followed, hips jerking, spilling inside me with a guttural moan, collapsing against my chest, both of us shaking and ruined. We lay together on the altar, tangled in sweat and candlelight, the world silent except for our breathing. Nathan kissed my forehead, his lips soft and shaking. “My salvation,” he whispered, voice full of wonder and regret. “And my sin.” I curled into him, body aching, soul full, feeling at once damned and redeemed.

"Do you honestly think that you can escape that easily?" "How did you get this number?" Summer asked. A laugh sounded from the other end, "Do you really think it would be hard for me to get ahold of your number if you changed it?" He was right, why would she expect any less? From such a powerful man figuring out what he wanted was as easy as a snap of the fingers. "Please, just let me go." Summer found herself begging. Despite promising herself she would never beg she couldn't help it in that moment. The overwhelming urge to just be free to do what she wanted and to be forgotten had consumed her.

The sheer weight of the words made the air dense. “You’re not broken,” he added, stepping closer. “That kind of thing is common. It doesn’t define you.” “Fuck Aiden,” Noah spat, his voice laced with fury. “You’re perfect.” I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I sank down onto a spare yoga mat in the corner of the gym, the cool vinyl brushing against my calves. My body felt heavier than it had five minutes ago. I wrapped my arms around my knees and exhaled slowly.

The sound of a sharp, resounding slap echoed as my hand landed on his face. He staggered back, almost falling to the ground. The room erupted into chaos, and hundreds of cameras turned their lenses toward me. "Giselle, you—" I let out a cold laugh and pointed at Vanessa, who sat frozen in her wheelchair. "She's your wife? Then tell me, Quintus, who am I? What about our child?" Before Quintus could react, I tore away the black cloth covering my chest. A small, square urn was exposed for all to see.

⸻ The house shows up at the end of the street and for a second I think I got the address wrong, but no, it’s not a mistake, it just doesn’t look like a house, it’s a damn mansion, huge, lit up, music blasting from everywhere, cars lined up as far as you can see and people going in and out like it’s a club. And of course, it makes sense. Mateo Carter isn’t just ridiculously attractive… he’s ridiculously rich too. “Wow…” Sofi mutters as she gets out of the car, “this is another level.” I don’t answer. I just close the door and follow her. Inside, everything is noise, laughter, bodies moving to the music, people clearly already more than just “buzzed.” Sofi doesn’t waste time, she pulls me towa

Russian… My breath caught as I looked down to see tattooed fingers wrapped around me. My heart skipped as I slowly lifted my gaze. And there he was. Sin... Of course…Because apparently, my life was no longer complicated enough. “What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped, the frustration in my voice breaking through before I could stop it. He raised an eyebrow slightly, a quiet chuckle escaping him as if my reaction was exactly what he expected. “That is not how you greet someone who just saved you,” he replied calmly. I pulled away from him immediately, my pulse still racing.

“That’s a good plan, Mia. It won’t be easy, but if you play this right, you won’t just save Emma. You’ll save yourself, too.” Determination settled in my chest. I had two days. To save Emma. To change my fate. And to finally make things right. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the neighbourhood. I stood in front of the mirror in the small bathroom of the house Apollo and I were using. My reflection was unfamiliar—Sandy, the name I had given myself, was supposed to be a fresh start. But how could I be someone new when the weight of my past clung to me so tightly?

Vacant room in memory This lunatic night swallows me Please save me tonight Please save me tonight Please save me tonight In this childish craziness you can only save me tonight. Harry: I have known that you are my savior, The part of me and only hands cover my sorrow The best of me. I have only you Please raise your voice to make me laugh again Play on Luca: Listen to my heartbeat It’s calling at you at it’s own will Jedi: In this black darkness you are shining bright Liam: Give me your hand save me save me

Ted held the pendant up to his face, which was full of contempt. “What is this, some one-dollar junk you bought from a street vendor? Do you really think it’s special?” I kept my eyes on the quartz and flatly said, “It can deflect one fatal omen.” “Ha!” Ted let out an enraged laugh. “A fatal omen? You’re not a psychic, you’re just a delusional loser!” With that, he raised his hand and hurled the clear-quartz pendant to the floor. Crack! A crystalline snap echoed in the small room.

"You have been living a happy life, aren't you? But me? I had to suffer like this because of you! In the prison, that bastard dragged me down along with him. I didn't want to die. But he jumped the building grabbing me. Annoying bastard! If he wanted to die, he would have died alone. Why dragged me?! Sigh... But later it turned out that I was not dead. When I opened my eyes, I realized my soul had taken over this body. But this guy had too many enemies. All of them are trying to kill me. Why is this happening to me? Isn't it because of you? Yeah! It's all because of you!" He talked, laughed, and chuckled from time to time like a madman. He had gone crazy! 'If I am lucky enough, someone will