Soul Cries Novels & Stories

“WHY WHY WHY!!!! WHY ME!!!” His screams tore through the air, raw and heart-wrenching, each cry laden with agony, echoing the depths of his shattered heart. With fists clenched, he pounded against the floor, each blow a desperate plea to reverse the cruel hand of fate. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with the anguish etched upon his features, as he grappled with the unbearable weight of loss.

"I'll be asking the questions here. You don't deserve to know anything! You stupid little bitch!" I don't have the capability to scream, shout or even cry. I sigh with exhaustion. "Just do it already! Why are you playing it out? I'm going to die, we both know that. Just do it already. It's getting kind of boring." Soul looks at me stumped and shocked, before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Now, I didn't expect that from such a weak little whore like you! I expected you to beg for your life!" He slowly starts to calm down.

the man joined his hands while crying harder and harder by seeing those flaming eyes getting closer and closer to him in that darkness where no one and nothing else was visible to him. “Pl…please leave me….I d…didn't do it…. please. I am sorry….I…” his words halted as he felt his neck getting gripped in an extremely vicious hold, which completely blocked his passage of air and oxygen. “A soul for a soul,” and those words of that gravelly calm voice whispered before the soul-piercing scream of that man reverberated under the gloominess of that night, which became the evidence of a life meeting its death.

Deep, alive, drowning. I’d miss looking at those eyes. I couldn’t help the cry that left my throat. It was a guttural, soul-wrenching wail—raw and unrestrained—as if the grief itself clawed its way out of my chest. It wasn't just a sound of sorrow; it was the kind of cry that tore through silence like a storm, born from the unbearable weight of watching the man I loved fade away. It held all the shattered dreams, the aching what-ifs, and the terrifying reality of facing a future without him.

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

The allure of escape from the pain and the opportunity to confront her tormentor fuels her darkest thoughts. Jay Nashville sits in the bathtub, allowing the cold water to cascade over his body, soaking his clothes. It's his chosen outlet for mourning, a way to let his pain escape. Tears elude him, for he was never taught how to cry, but the heaviness in his heart is palpable. Thoughts of Nora and the child that could have consumed him, taunting him with what might have been if only he had made different choices.

I gently pulled her onto the sofa, but didn't let go. I comforted her, but I didn't realize what was going on. I didn't know what she had, why she was crying. When she came up for air again and drank something, I also came down a bit. "What happened?" I eyed her cautiously, her eyes avoiding mine and falling to the ground. She started crying again and only managed to say "...Jayden..." through her sobs. I hugged her tightly again, my shirt already damp from the minutes before. jayden Has something happened? Definitely because of this tour!

Payal was reading his sad face silently as some kid is sad after his toy. While switching the mood and topic she said, "I had no idea you can play this violin so perfectly and beautifully." "But it is worthless to play it, if it could not move ones heart" "how could you say this, Rakesh" ""When someone was more interested in smelling burning fish how can I say that one person was so deeply lost in my tune" Payal got numb after listening his claim, then she burst into laughs. "why made you laugh this way Payal"

I open my hands to look and instantly feel sick. Folds of membranous tissue from his throat which I can only assume are his vocal cords and not some muscle. “Just in case you get hungry.” He winks and leaves with that eerie grin of his. ‘Seriously, how is that guy not dead yet.’ I see him writhing on the floor, grasping at his throat. He rips his shirt off and places it against his neck. I still don’t understand how he is still conscious. At some point, my brain shuts off, the nausea taking over. I close my eyes and sit down, waiting for Torin to recover from whatever daze he was in.

We complete each other, yet we are incomplete. Our journey has been the most beautiful one, yet it’s our most painful loss to each other. I love your soul and all that completes you. You always said, “Your scars are my scars”, but your tears and pain are all mine. All of me is all of you. Although we cannot be there for each other, I promise to remember every word, every feeling, and every smile of yours.