Soul Joel Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Then I will make you.” ******* Sadly, this is where I, Tundersora officially end season one. Thanks once again my faithful readers. Hopefully I will, by next season focus more on Peirce and Wren. But I know this, yet again the remaining main characters might steal the show. Fortunately for me with a bit misted eyes I will be back in seven months due to the fact that my other career which is compulsory to pass through demanded for it. Thanks once again and do share your thoughts on what Soul Lovers is all about. I heart you all!*******

Cause she had to handle her third trouble which was to calm down her crying son and that was nowhere near easy. Yeah, she was a mother and blessed with a lovely son who was the love of her life, her everything, her son Zayn Abedin. ************** Cold Skin, Drag My Feet On The Tile As I Am Walking Down The Corridor I Know We Haven't Talked In Awhile So I Am Looking For An Open Door ***************** ................... Assalamualaikum Readers... I hope you all liked it... Don't forget to comment and vote...... I love you all...... 

Child of the Unbound. The sound burrowed beneath her ribs. “What is this?” she gasped. The words felt wrong here, like they didn’t belong to her mouth. Kael’s expression darkened. “The soulstream beneath all realms—the artery of Death itself.” The Vein pulsed, as though acknowledging him.

Sometimes, the body remembers what the soul tries to forget. It wasn't the pain that broke me, but the way my body stopped belonging to me. Every unwanted touch was another crack. A piece of me vanishing without a sound. I arrived to Chicago months ago, and I still struggle to breathe. This city doesn’t embrace me—it watches me. Everything is clean, cold, precise. Neon lights flicker like fake stars, and the rain hits the windows with military discipline. It’s a world built to function, not to feel.

urgh for Pete sake I know you are joel so can you leave me alone" I said cutting him off and i saw a surprised expression on his face before getting up to leave the classroom. He is just so annoying and i hate it i said to myself and headed for the library to cool off my head I just hate guys. Joel I woke up this morning after the third buzz of my alarm at exactly7:43am and I got up to get ready for school.it's my first day of resumption at kimkelly high and it really got me excited so I dash into the bathroom to bath and after some minutes I was fully dressed in a black and white striped fendi shirt and a matching black trouser,brushed my black curly hair and got satisfied with my look afte

She stretched out her hand to Silas who took it "My name is Joan Johnson, my friends calls me JoJo. I'm a model, a brand influencer, a video vexen, a biologist and a pretty lady who goes for what she wants. The last sentence made Silas to laugh out. I was just at one corner watching them. JoJo was flirting around Silas and he knows it but played along. "Silas Kurt, a gym instructor and therapist. Is nice to meet you JoJo. Silas withdraw his hand from her, he looked over at me to see if I look offended but I was giving them a go ahead smile. Silas later left while I walked inside with JoJo. She began her usual rant but this time around I paid attention because it was all about Ohio.

I can’t. “Joel has always had a good heart,” she says, gripping my shoulder. “But it was buried under pain. His mother left him when he was a boy. Left him without explanation. And his father, God rest his soul, was a hard man. He was too strict. Joel grew up trying to be what neither of them gave him: love. And he tried in the wrong ways. He thought power, money, women, control would fill the hole. But it never did. You know that. You’ve seen it.”

“Ah, this loss is too great. With this, we will not be able to lift our chins before the other three Ancient Clans!” Joel heaved a sigh only after all the people had left. He looked at Lily, and regret tinged his heart. She was beautiful, but it was a pity that his pavilion had suffered great losses because of her. At last, Joel sat to the side. “Thank goodness there are still plenty of people at the advanced stage of the true god realm in our pavilion,” he said. “They’ve been training hard lately. It’ll be good if one or two of them are able to make a breakthrough.”

“Thank the goddess, you’re alive.” Elora blinked, clutching her head as shards of memories flickered—hands tangled in dark hair, golden eyes blazing in moonlight, a kiss beneath a bleeding sky. But the fragments slipped away like sand through her fingers. “Joel?” she whispered again, softer this time. But he was already turning, the shadows rising to claim him. His steps were heavy, each one ripping another piece of his heart. Outside, the dawn broke over the forest, but Joel felt none of its warmth. He collapsed to his knees far from the ruins, alone. Forgotten.

But Payal turned to the other side. Rakesh got up and brought the violin from inside the camp and started playing it. First its tune was light and calm and later it turned up and its tune and melody just started mixing an environment, running stream, tall trees and calm greens. Payal was feeling this tune. Like it was anchored her heart and she felt like current is running down her spine. She was feeling every single wave disturbance by this tune. As Rakesh stoped playing the tune. And as Payal switched off from her imaginations. She shouted "shit, its burned out"