Soul Of My Soul Novels & Stories

Tonight I’d sell my soul to the devil if it got me what I wanted. Cypress trees loomed above me as I worked my way inland the trail old and uncut but for a thin void in its midst. The dark spirits began to close in around me. The ones I carried everywhere I went. The souls of the innocents I had harvested and corrupted over the years in search of a cure that didn’t exist. She was my only solution to prayers left unanswered. The darkness had brought me to her years ago and the wait had been long and grueling, and just when time was up, she fled. I had tried to talk to her that day. I wanted her to know why I had no other choice but to destroy her. It was meant to have been a kindness that I n

“Miracle, please calm down. Your sister is right. One of the things a soul can be intoxicated with is anger, rage, grief, vengeance, and depression, which can cause the soul to retract, to the point of starting to dissolve as it’s not in the body it should be.” Oh shoot, that’s right, Silver had a whole different name, Miracle. I should help her get used to her name, as Silver could be a big red flag, or at least that’s what I think. Thinking a little bit about the names after hearing my mom explain about souls, I was starting to think our last names weren’t just names. Miracle rest, lied my mom with anger in her facial expressions, making me place my hands in fists. This bitch wants a good

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...... 

Somewhere in Molly’s mind, she didn't care about all the names I mentioned. All she wanted was for one of the Gordons to watch the other die, the same way she watched Kelvin die in their base. Molly turned on the radio as we approached the pack’s house. {Let my baby stay by Mac DeMarco} It was the only song I played in my car since the day Abby and I sang along It made me feel closer to her wherever I was, and as Molly sang it, I couldn't help but sing with her. The song would only be a memory of Lockwood when I left and a memory of the way I felt for Abby.

I was so focused with seeing Kelly that I'd forgotten about my medication. My mother brings me over my medication and some water. "Today's not a good day to forget your medicine," she says softly as I take it with shaky hands. "I couldn't sleep last night," I say quietly. "Kelly usually strokes the scar that brought us together and it soothes me to sleep. Last night all I saw closing my eyes was the warzone I left years ago." "The house looks cleaner than yesterday," Caroline says quietly looking around the house. "I needed a distraction," I say in a distant whisper. My mother tries to take me in her arms and I say, "Please don't touch me."

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

I carefully open my eyes, and gasp as I take in my surroundings. I'm in a dark and dingy room. One little lamp in the corner and nothing else. It's dirty and stinks like urine. It plays at my overly sensitive stomach. I look down and see a number of fresh bruises coating me... what? I'm naked! Shit!! A large steel door swings open with a bang, and in walks none other than Soul. He must be here to take my soul! He gives an evil grin at me, throwing and catching a shiny silver gun.

My soul. All of me. I’m hers, and she is home.