Soul Crushing Novels & Stories

My sister, Kelly Sutton, was totally lovestruck. The night her longtime crush finally said yes, she begged me not to tell our parents about their date. She stayed out all night, and I covered for her. Kelly was so happy, I couldn't help being happy for her. Three months later, she jumped off the roof of our apartment building. Dad had a heart attack and died on the spot. Mom never smiled again. Eventually, she ended up in a psychiatric hospital. More than a decade later, after I became a cop, I dug up an old case that made my blood run cold. Kelly's crush, Calvin Tilley, was a psychopath who used love as bait to deliberately spread HIV, destroying young women's lives. That was why my

Aero and I mutter in unison “Everyone’s soul starts off as a small ball of light. It grows as the person grows, gradually taking shape of the person. Sometimes, it gets to a certain size and never grows anymore because a person is trapped in a cycle that they can’t get out of. Others, like those who have experienced levels of trauma, develop cracks. When the cracks meet, the soul breaks along with that person.” “How bad are hers?” “She should have broken long ago.” “Is that how the darkness got in?”

Adrian gazed at the small cauldron in his hand, his satisfaction evident. Despite taking a bit longer, the peculiar little cauldron known as the “Spectral Snare” had proven to be remarkable. Once enveloped by the Spectral Snare, Autumn could not resist. In just ten minutes, her soul was completely crushed and imprisoned within the cauldron. Adrian likened it to a millstone, watching as the ghost's soul was slowly crushed within the Spectral Snare's aura until finally being confined within it.

Soul-shattering. I scream her name, but it’s swallowed by the void. My hands reach for her again, but it’s like trying to grasp smoke. Falling to my knees, broken, watching her fade, the pleading look in her eyes burning into my soul. It’s unbearable. I can’t save her. I never can.

After all, it started out as a small flap, then a thud, till it became a thump, then a roar till it got to the extent where I couldn't ignore it no more like I was doing before. It was love, budding like a little flower. Fragile at first, it grew and got stronger till it could finally withstand the harsh breeze without uprooting and falling off. It sure is more than surreal this time, it's deeper and amazing than that. This time, it's euphoria. Like a drug I got addicted to. He's Silas, my drug.

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

A dance won't hurt right. I nodded. He grabbed my hand and we started dance. It was a music where people have to grind on each other. I danced like i've never danced before. I felt someone's eyes burning holes into my soul, but I ignored it and continue to dance with the guy. That night I broke my promises to never drink alcohol. But I drank like I never drank before. I don't know how we manage to come home save. But thank God we did. ___________ Hope you liked it!! Love. A

His body jerks back, instinct screaming what his mind cannot yet form. “No,” he gasps. The word is not defiance. It is recognition. I am already moving. I seize his soul with force. Not gently. Not ceremonially. My hand closes like a vice, crushing resistance before it can form. The soul convulses in my grip, terror detonating as understanding slams into it. Not punishment. Destination. It thrashes violently, soundless and wild, trying to tear free. It cannot. I tighten my hold and rip it from him. The separation is brutal. Final.

I am ѕmаllеr now аnуwау. My mind іѕ ѕmаllеr, mу brain іѕ ѕmаllеr, and I аm ѕhrіnkіng every dау. Mу soul is dіѕарреаrіng, and mу bоdу is leaving tоо. I’vе nеvеr bееn ѕо thіn. Mу аrmѕ аrе like sticks. I am fаdіng away.

ԵԾ ƙɿʅʅ, ԵԾ ՏʅΛՄԳɧԵȝՐ, ՅՎ ȝΛՐʅՎ ԺՄՏƙ ՏԾ ՏɧΛʅʅ ɿԵ ՇԾʍȝ ΛՌԺ ՇΛՌՌԾԵ Յȝ ՄՌԺԾՌȝ A heart hollowed black, a soul that will crack A mindless beast, a falling mask To kill, to slaughter, by early dusk So shall it come and cannot be undone