Shattered Soul の小説・ストーリー

masokista kong tanong. Binalot ng lamig at sakit ang puso ko nang bigyan niya ako ng tugon. "Then we'll end everything, Avah. That's how it works." His words stormed like a thousand arrows, each one carrying the weight of emotions, intent on breaking through my walls. I stood defenseless, drawn to their perilous charm, like a whimsical lunatic. But his words, disguised as affectionate kisses, shattered my soul, casting me adrift in an endless sea, devoid of solace, doomed to drown.

It took four years for Ann to build up her broken soul and she doesn't want to return to his side and be hurt again. She remember the betrayal she felt when she found out that Clayton didn't even bother to check things. Hinayaan lang siya nito. And Rence... Ann stopped herself from thinking those hurtful memories. May maayos na siyang buhay ngayon. Mas maganda na rin na akala ng lahat ay patay na ang asawa ni Clayton Rossen Fuentebella. She's just Ann Rodriguez now, a single parent. Para mawala ang laman ng isip, pinagtuonan ni Ann ng pansin ang black toga gown at toga cap. She ironed it and placed it on conspicuous place inside her room.

"She point her gun at the defense team. She started punching the concrete walls of the hallway until her knuckles were broken and bleeding. She was screaming your name, Alora. She was begging the universe, God, anyone... she said she would trade her entire empire, her life, her own soul, just to hear your voice again. She was a demon tearing herself apart from the inside." Napahawak si Alora sa kanyang dibdib, ang kanyang mga luha ay muling pumatak nang mapagtanto ang tindi ng trauma na dinala niya kay Zephyra. "Nikolai didn't just hurt your body, Madam," paalala ni Hellena bago dahan-dahang umatras patungo sa pinto. "He completely broke Zephyra’s sanity. Her paranoia right now is not out of

Hindi niya mapigilan, niyuko ulit ang ulo at hinalikan si Cailyn. Walang duda, ang paghaplos niya ay parang pindot sa bombang nakatago sa loob niya — at sumabog si Cailyn agad. Pinilit niyang itulak si Austin, pero ang mga braso ni Austin ay parang reinforced concrete, parang bundok na nakaharang sa kanya. Gaano man siya kasipag na kumawala, ‘di siya gumagalaw. Matapos matikman ang halimuyak na iniisip niya araw-araw nang higit tatlong taon, nalasing si Austin na muntik nang mawala ang sarili.

"Nakapagpahinga rin ako nang matagal dahil ilang araw walang pasok ssa eskwela si Cielo." Walang mapuntahan si Sandra matapos ang mga test at therapy na isinagawa ng doctor sa kanya. Buntis pa siya at parating sumasakit ang ulo. Kaya naman kinupkop siya ni Divina. Binihisan, inaruga, at binigyan ng bagong pangalan. Laking pasasalamat niya rito, dahil kung wala ito ay hindi niya alam kung paano ulit magsisimula.

Hindi maaaring kunin niya ang aking kaluluwa lalo na at hindi ko naiintindihan ang kanyang dahilan. There is no violation, since you, from the very beginning is a scarped soul. You are not meant to be born again, but a meddlesome sorcerer was able to reborn you again as a human. Hiding your scent and tracks, living as a human will never erase the fact of what you truly are. A scarped soul who's meant to be diminished in hell. Turan nito at ang kanyang mga daliri na lahat ay mga buto ay mahigpit na nakahawak sa kanyang pang-ani.

Wala na akong gising na naabutan doon at napakatahimik na rin ng bahay. Dumiretso kami sa kwarto namin at sabay kaming napahiga ni Thorn sa kama. Napakabigat naman ng lalaking 'to. Bakit magaan siya kapag— Nevermind. Tinanggal ko ang suot niyang sapatos. Napangiwi ako nang tinanggal ko ang auot niyang suit dahil nangangamoy alak ito. Tinggal ko na rin lahat ng suot niya dahil pati sa suot niyang pants ay may suka ito.

“Shane, relax. Hindi kita hinuhusgahan. Hindi ko sinasabing may ginawa ka. Pero may ibang personality na puwedeng gumawa ng hindi mo alam.” Nanakagat ko ang labi ko. “Doc… ibig bang sabihin… may isang ‘Shane’ na masama? Na kaya niyang saktan kahit sino?” “Hindi masama,” sagot niya. “Traumatized. Broken. And that part of you took control when you were overwhelmed.” Napahawak ako sa dibdib ko. Ang bigat. Ang sakit. “So… Giselle…”

Nakangising sabi ni Satana bago tumigil sa harap ni Jamaica. Naka kuyom ang kamao nya at tuloy tuloy ang pagbagsak ng mga luha mula sa kanyang mga mata. "H-How dare you-" "Shh, i know i know... it's okay" Alo ni Satana kay Jamaica bago ito niyakap at hinagod hagod ang likod upang hindi ito pumalag sa kanya. Her eyes is the mirror through her naked soul, she can see the pain and that she is shattered into pieces by just remembering her, her ex boyfriend.

I can only watch, hope, and pray the humans survive what is literally a living, learning weapon inside their own minds. Because if they fail… the city, the Field, everything we rebuilt… is finished. Rhea’s POV I feel them both. The warmth. The cold. They are pulling at me. Pulling at my soul. I try to scream. Nothing comes out. “Trust me,” the golden one whispers. “Do not touch her,” the black one hisses. My mind… breaks. I feel myself… splitting. I feel Lucas’s arms around me. I feel hope—sharp, steady, real.