Save My Heavy Dirty Soul 소설 & 이야기

“Anything I may assist with, big daddy?” The line went dead. Big daddy. Marvin stared at the black screen. So that was how she had him saved in her phone. The knowledge burned. He turned to Waylon, who had materialized silently beside him. “Find me someone,” he said. “Early twenties. Long dark hair. Beautiful in the way that makes men stupid.” Waylon nodded once and evaporated into the crowd. Forty minutes later, he was in his suite at the Ritz, windows open, city lights glittering like scattered diamonds.

I watched as my dad and Moira handled her funeral in silence. Even after losing everything, my dad still carried influence. He tracked Doug down by helicopter. Doug had picked up a gambling habit overseas and lost everything. They brought him back. After a week, he looked nothing like himself. He was dirty and worn, but he still groveled in front of them. "Moira, Dad… Where's Mom? I'm sorry. I really am. Please give me another chance. You raised me. I'm not a bad person. I know I messed up…"

Hmm, it should be on the ground. ‘’Luo McCarner, damn you! Kang Xianliang will save me, and then you will be buried two metres below the ground!’’ She started yelling, but I paused my gaze on the object I was looking for. I bent down to take its silvery shine, mirroring my eyes for a split second. ‘’I have no idea in what kind of delusion you have been living so far. But I can assure you that he won’t lift a finger for you. Quite the opposite. He might help me destroy you.’’

And the scene she was struggling from the effect of the drug, Sumire could vividly remember everything that steamy scene between them inside his car that she almost gave herself to the man. The maiden gape and stared at the nothingness. "I need to know who he is. That man who saved my life and caused me to almost lose my virginity." Sumire decided to look for the green-eyed man and finishes the banana right away. Though everything was quite hazy to her, the visage of the man she makes out was vivid to her mind and his bulging shaft. 'Damn Sumire, please perished that perverted thought of yours.' A flash of an abandoned building where she was held by her captors came to her mind. 'I know wher

"How could you be shameless enough to come to the hospital? You haven't even asked after Leah once, even though something so serious happened to her. Do you even have a conscience?" My mother was holding onto my arm, and she shook with anger when she saw Michael arrive hand in hand with Naomi. When Michael heard my mother yelling, he finally realized that I was there at the side door. His eyes flickered, but then he looked fearlessly at us and said, "Leah, as a commander, I have to sacrifice myself to save everyone. If you're going to let your mother cause a ruckus here, there's nothing I can say." I looked coldly at him and his self-righteous, hypocritical demeanor. All I felt was disgust.

“I think our bank account disagrees with us. I don't want you to go through all these and in the end it's still a losing cause. Don't burn yourself trying to save me.” I shoot her a determined smile, and squeeze her hand tighter. “I think it's too late for that, mum. I'm already in the fire and the saddest part about it is, I'm going to sell my soul to the devil if it means I get to save you. I promise you that.” **********

The color drained from his face. “What is that?” Savannah couldn’t answer. Not yet. Not with words. Her mind swam, screaming. That wasn’t science. That wasn’t resurrection. That was legacy. That was design. She picked up the test tube. Held it to the light. Two girls. One soul. And behind her, a whisper trailed in the air, spoken by no lips but felt in her bones: “You saved me once. Will you end me twice?”

At that moment, I knew exactly where I was heading but wanted to see my sister before going to hell. “Ivery I know she didn’t go through life with flying colours, but there are other factors to consider”, shouted Apollo “I think the evidence is quite overwhelming, Mia Walgreen. How do you plead” Ivery replied “I plead by saying that I’m sorry. I know I’ve done a lot of bad things, which I’m not proud of and it’s been hard trying to process what I’ve done, and it’s also been difficult that I thought drinking would ease the pain, but it never did. I know you know I killed my sister just because of my stupidity, and I know I did a lot of wrong things, but I’m so sorry I’ve been trying to change

I used the pain to force myself to stay calm. "Don't cry, Veronica. This isn't the time to break down." Past tenderness turned into cold hatred, replacing the sadness and quickly filling my heart. I had to leave this place right now! I quickly restored the study to its original state, taking only the organ transplant agreement and the photo, hiding them carefully. These would be evidence for future reckoning. Back in the cold bedroom, I dialed a number I hadn't contacted in a long time. "Hello, Uncle Dante?"

The rest of us took her lead and seated ourselves around the basement, Jonie and Mitch together on the couch with the rest of us finding chairs. “I’m not exactly sure. Whatever it was had to do with their personal dirt.” “Personal dirt?” “When the Dirt blows in, it brings with it everybody’s personal dirt.” “What do you mean?” “Those things in our lives that we’d like to stay buried, forgotten, in other words, our personal dirt. Here’s mine.” She went over to the computer and jiggled the mouse, dismissing the screensaver. Underneath the screensaver was the F******k page of a man in his late forties.