Soul Trapped Novels & Stories

Or a soul that had come back into her. I didn’t know what to believe anymore. On the third night, Taron came into the den. “She’s not going to wake up on her own,” he said. “Her soul is trapped.” “Where?” I asked, my voice raw from silence. “In your nightmares” he said. I glanced at him. “What are you talking about, how do you mean?” “she lives in you, She’s inside you, Finnick. Your soul. Your mind. Trying to pull you out. She doesn’t trust what she’s seeing. She doesn’t trust you.”

The Grand Preceptor, or whatever he was called, did not stay at the scene too. "Once in the Pool of Forgotten Love, there will be no more love of the past." "Let's go, and wait outside. It's uncomfortable around this noise." A group of people left. Soon, no one was left around the Pool of Forgotten Love. They were not worried about the two people escaping. Being in the Pool of Forgotten Love, they would not be able to help themselves. Their consciousness was trapped and their souls imprisoned. How could they escape? There was no way to escape!

I felt puzzled by his confessions. He saw through me and then very calmly explained to me, “Ella, I was killed by the devil that lives in your ancestors' house and then he captured my soul and that is why I am not able to go to the other world. I am stuck here. I kept coming in your dream to help you out, I know the things that you don’t have any idea of.” I paused hearing his words and then questioned, “Where is your soul?” “It was kept in a small square-shaped glass bottle and it has a black color mark on it. The devil has captured multiple souls in many of the same bottles but he keeps a mark on each soul.”Ethan told me and I felt goosebumps all over my body.

"Kerem! You read what you're going to read! If I hadn't been like this, you wouldn't have had to come here! Demir Inanoglu is the person who made me this way! You already know what happened before him! You've read it and I don't have to explain it again. If you don't do what I say, the life you see will be reset! Say! Whatever you say, but these are real! We have nothing to do. Okay, go away! You don't have a penny, what are you going to do? !" Kerem kept thinking about that sentence that scratched his brain in what he heard. He stayed where he was, as if in shock. Out of breath, she slammed the door. When he threw himself onto the terrace, his icy eyes were expressionless this time. Thi

"I knew you'd be fine!" I fixed a cold, steely gaze on him. "Are you disappointed that I'm not dead yet?" Miles let out a mocking chuckle, and the fake smile on his face twisted into something darker. "What exactly are you up to, Cassidy? Back then, we just thought that you—" "Yeah! You just thought that I was dead! Dare you tell everyone how I went through the surgery and nearly died?" I raised the microphone to my mouth and began recounting my encounters, from how I had my research findings stolen and the reason for my amnesia to how I had been forced to become a test subject for the artificial kidneys after they found me.

Then, I continued, "There's a recording device in it. I initially wanted to monitor him to see if he would betray my feelings. Perhaps you can find the evidence you need in the recording." … Howard and Hector were detained under rape charges. Soon, the police found evidence of the multiple crimes they committed in their house and through my recording. I was admitted to the hospital for an entire month. After being discharged, I found time to visit Howard in jail. His hair had been shaved, and he was wearing a prison jumpsuit. He was no longer as dashing as I first saw him. Instead, he was in a state of despondence. When he laid eyes on me, his eyes widened so much that they bulged.

David thought I was a mistake. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. It was wet, but the screen flickered to life. I opened the gallery and looked at the last photo I had sent him. I thought about him sitting in his big, lonely penthouse, looking at his daughter and feeling the guilt eat him alive. I wasn't the lucky son my father wanted. I was something much worse. I was free.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

He would be far better than Philip no matter what. However, Azrael chose to attack his soul instead. A powerful existence like Verge Tower would never allow an invader to enter Philip’s soul at will. “There's something wrong with you. You must have a treasure on you or it would've been impossible for you to trap me!” Azrael seemed to realize something and yelled about his discovery. “I worked hard to practice my soul technique to make my soul stronger, but I lost in the hands of a little brat like you! What treasure do you have that can trap my soul?”

she said as if she was reading her mind. "You don't understand, he borrowed money from him, and said that I am the one who will pay for it. Is that right? He almost sold me to him." She stops sobbing and wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "I was wondering why needs to do that, and now he was nowhere to be found. And my life was like a roller coaster these past weeks because of the man he was indebted with." Her words were bursting from her mouth. "Now, he is asking me to marry him. And I couldn't say no, because I am thinking that I was trapped with him and there's nothing I can do to free myself."