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“It can’t be love, not on his part. Not with his wretched family. I’ve seen the way he acts around the village—there’s one thing he wants from her, and it’s not her hand in—” “We need hope as much as we need bread and meat,” he interrupted, his eyes clear for a rare moment. “We need hope, or else we cannot endure. So let her keep this hope, Mira. Let her imagine a better life. A better world.” I stood from the table, fingers curling into fists, but there was nowhere to run in our two-room cottage. I looked at the discolored foxglove painting at the edge of the table. The outer trumpets were already chipped and faded; the lower bit of the stem rubbed off entirely. Within a few years, it would

"The Red Chapel is located there, which means Kelvin will be there soon if he's not already there. He helped the sheriff rescue your sister." I stared at him, trying to understand his point. "What's your point?" I asked, my tone harsh. “Abby, please," he pleaded. "When they come for you, don't leave me behind." Ignoring his request, I pressed him for more information. "What was Mr. Gordon talking about earlier, with the vessel and the transfer?" "I don't fully understand it myself," he admitted. "But I know they want to kill you. Remember that glowing box at my party? They believe the original belonged to a moon god, and they plan to use it on you."

"Before what?" "I'm scared of myself! ...that I wake up and everything is still the same as it is now! It hurts so much... Why does it hurt so much? ....nothing but emptiness and the worst pain... how can a person you love... leave something like that behind!.... i just don't want to wake up and feel like this again!!! ....I can't TJ anymore!" "Shhhhh, stop talking like that! I'll stay here with you until you sleep again! I drive away all the demons and spirits he left behind and you are just safe with me…. OK?"

She said earlier, if you don't volunteer, outsiders can't proceed to remove a personality. That's it, don't worry about what to do, it won't help anyway. The demon glared at me, chuckling. My world goes round and round. I don't understand. Really don't understand. Not just saying split half, why is there another personality? - I'm not a personality. Nor is it part of the soul. Resentment in the depths of their consciousness has invited me to come. A deep, melodious voice like an ancient theater song resounded.

I am afraid of my demons wanting to sling her on my shoulders and take her back to the penthouse and show her how much I missed her but the small and sane part of me hissed at me to keep my ugly parts and demons away from her and the beautiful moments we are breathing in. Fay Moore is the only one who encourages that sane part of me to grow big and pushes away the demons lurking in front.

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, story, places and events are products of the author's creativity or are used fictionally. Any similitude to actual events or locales or individuals, living or dead, is totally coincidental. First of all I must appreciate this app for providing me the platform, there I can pen down and I can write my imaginations. I wanted to say, what is in your destiny you will find it anyway. Sometimes things seem against us and against our desires and everything seems out of orbit, but afterwards we realize why was it like that. Everything happens for a reason. We just need to understand and have patience.

the older man snapped his finger, "you're still alive, dead spirit doesn't have energy colour like yours." So the older man found a protection spell from gods, then he saw Henry's soul was still connected to the world, meaning he was still alive. Henry looked at the toes of his shoes which looked dirty with dust and mud, his heart was beating fast. He could feel the pulse in his neck and the pounding of his heart beating against his ribs. "I- I'm still alive?" "Maybe the answer you are looking for is your memory and where is your body now," Tania's father's statement made Henry's thoughts swirl and feelings mixed.

And now, this is the time I feel like I need him most. That's why I... that's why I love him. He's really special. He's a shoulder to cry on and I know he’ll always be there for me. From: Blake sorry, cal. can't. i have stuffs to do. i'll see u tomorrow. Or maybe not. —

Soul Corona A human body in perfect resonance with its spirit. Two halves of the same essence, separated by the cruel expanse of time, destined to reunite. In the spirit world, the concepts of birth and death blur into insignificance. Salvation is rare, a distant whisper. Only by finding its Soul Corona can a spirit break free. The body it was always meant to inhabit. The odds? One in a thousand billion. A near impossibility. It is said that when a spirit is born into its Soul Corona, escape is impossible. That body becomes its prison and its home, tethered even beyond death.

"Yes. Come on. Today is the perfect day for swimming." “Don't take your servants. Only you and me." "As you wish." "Come back, Adelard! Don't lose your head. Although it will pass. Men are not able to love for a long time." Suzanne said with a wave of her hand. As expected, the weather became even hotter after the rain. But the slow crests of the waves created the illusion of coolness and freshness. They say that the Moon and the Sun are witnesses of everything that happens on earth, but the sea sees no less than these two. The sea, by its nature, stores in itself something that is not on the Moon and the Sun, namely, the echo of the human soul.