Soul Rebel 소설 & 이야기

He said , looking at me . “What problem?” I asked , curiously . “Oh nothing, just this is this company called Mcreate , which is sort of our rival and they are trying to take this new project we have with Artfree away . Well anyway , we are all working hard enough for it . But Aiden sometimes gets paranoid that we will fail to protect this company . Moreover , he fears that would let the chairman down .” He explained . So that’s the problem . He really is sensitive . He doesn’t want to let down his father . He is a good son . I admit that . But now coming to think about it, how can I really use this chance to get close to him?

Other kids dreamed of going to Disney world when they were seven, all I dreamt about is how I would survive the next day as a killer in training. They told me along with other kids that if we wanted to see our parents again we had to survive each day. Some struggled, some gave up and we never saw them again but as time went on, we discovered that they were switched off too - I like to say that instead of saying the word 'killed' - and then we finally realized we were never getting out of there without being the person they wanted us to be and that was exactly what I became, a killer.

Rebel didn’t know which hole he should hold to stop the bleeding, his blood flowed out like a river, and slowly, he felt the entire world fall weak. But he was stubborn enough to give up and cursed, “David Xiver, you’re a demon, so what…what you don’t….even care about her? She is not your own, but your sisters and your bros; what about them?” So rebel used his last straw to save his master. Even though he knew death was near, he didn’t care about anything; he just wanted to give his master a chance to live. “Do you think I gave you a chance to blackmail?” David didn’t answer him and looked at Alex and Kevin. “Let’s go.”

The space between us feels electric — fragile, too full of everything unsaid. “You were the reason I remembered I still had a soul,” he says quietly. For a moment, I can’t breathe. The forest feels too still. The wind has stopped, and all I can hear is the tremor in his voice. But then I remember — souls can lie too. I take a step back. “You say that like it fixes what you did.” “It doesn’t,” he admits. “But it’s the truth.” I want to believe him. God, I want to. But believing means forgiving, and I don’t know if I can do that yet.

She tore herself away from Dwayne's gaze and smiled at me while she gave me a few details. “With my brothers and their band. They're all sitting back there in the lounge! Actually, I'm much too young for the club, only 17, but there are advantages to having Known Brothers...” She winked at Dwayne. Tape? Known brothers? Dwayne's curiosity was piqued. “Your brothers are in a band? Which ones?...” She took a sip from her champagne glass. » The Heartbreakers ! You know that, right?” Dwayne and I both laughed briefly and Dwayne shrugged.

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.

"Please calm down, Mr. and Mrs. Swanson. Cassidy always wanted this targeted drug developed. It was her dying wish. She'd be thrilled if she knew we succeeded!" How dare he use my name? I couldn't help but tighten my fists. Clearly, Miles had no idea that I was back, much less that I was watching him put on such a shameless, scheming act. Pah! Dying wish, my foot! He was just making use of my parents' love for me and squeezing out every last drop of value from my name. But in his eyes, I was already dead. So what he was doing was essentially using a dead person's name to extort money from my parents.

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.

said my brother in anger. "The rebel we been chasing is the heathen's girl?" I asked shocked that a hybird so power would mate a weak human. Matthews lowered his head as he said no has if he is ashamed of what he has to tell us. "The heathen was the rebel, she disguised herself as a human some how." Matthew explained. I frozed he had to be joking I looked at his face in hopes it was a joke. "So your saying that the heathen that killed hundreds of my men, including my mate is not only a women but can disguise herself as a human" says my father's he shook with anger. Matt only nodded.

"I don't know how to be anything but the North Star. I’ve been a product for so long that I don't know where the branding ends and my soul begins. I don't know how to play music that isn't designed to sell watches or perfume." "Then don't be the North Star," I said firmly. "Be the guy who likes peaches even when they're out of season. Be the guy who tunes a flat E because he cares about the soul of the sound, not the chart position. Be the guy I met in the mountains—the one who was willing to die to protect a memory." He looked back at me, a slow, soft smile breaking through the grime and the exhaustion on his face. It was a beautiful sight. "That guy is a bit of a mess, Anya. He’s impulsive