Stare Into My Soul Novels & Stories

“Take me.” “I can’t give you my soul,” I declared, remembering. The imposter turned to me with fire in her eyes. “What?” it hissed. “I can’t give you my soul,” I repeated. “It belongs to that woman,” I pointed at the plain mirror. “It’s no longer mine to give.”

My very soul. Would never be the same again.

He orders. I swallow a lump in my throat as knots form in my stomach. He squeezes my neck but I dare not look into his eyes again. They said one's eyes are the window to their soul but it was like I couldn't stare into his soul and he was the one that was staring into mine instead. I feel naked and to be honest, I think I will lose myself if I stare at them any longer. “Look at me.” He repeats again and I shiver. This isn't right.

I never realized my soul was craving to be awoken from its slumber. I think when Ever hit me in the chest with her war scythe to reap my soul, she awoke it somehow. I was frozen inside without her touch, and I would have died here. She saved me. I didn’t understand how she could see into my soul like open doors, seeing into my core as she broke down all the walls I put up. Her darkness called to my darkness, and they became one, just as our souls did.

All I could think about was the blue eyes that gave me a chill when they stared into mine as if it was looking directly at my soul. Who the hell is this kid?

I'm just hangin' out with my best friend John : Are you having fun over there? Sandy: (Sighs) ... not really ... John : Why? Sandy: (Smiled) ... I don't know ... John : Sandy ... Sandy: Hmm? John : I miss you Sandy: I miss you too John : You're coming back tomorrow, right? Sandy: Yes, tomorrow ... I'll see you tomorrow? John : You better ... you've been very ... very bad to me

Joy creeps in my heart, realizing it. I silently admire his face. Everything has an appeal starting from his tousled hair to the overnight stubble. I try to memorize every part of his face to embed in my heart. As if it is not there already. But certain things cannot be bored even if we see them again and again. "Take a picture; it will last longer," Luc's voice startles me, and I try to jump from his hands. Keyword – try. He grips me firmly that I cannot move. He slowly opens his eyes, and the dark eyes look at me straight.

– Alex says, - Besides, - Micky lowers his eyes - there's something I've felt since we made love for the first time. I don't know if it's my suggestion or real. I waited to see if it was the same with you, but you didn't say anything. It must have been a suggestion. - What are you talking about? – Alex asks. - You and I mark ourselves, not as soulmates, but as chosen mates. We chose to be together. - I know that.

He narrated, then he crossed his leg while leaning on the huge frozen window frame, as he looked through the frozen kingdom, “so let’s wait and see if the princess will snap out of her slumber or be devoured by it along side with everyone in the Kingdom.” . . . An impenetrable blackness imprisoned an unknown quiet place it felt comfortless as though one was in an extremely affrighted zone. This situation is enough to make anyone petrified because all what one sees is nothing but eerie darkness then indistinct voices filled the void. "Am Stare. I stare at the past when given." "Am Eye. I eye for the present when seen." "Am Ensure. I ensure where the future is when stated." "Am Regard. I knows

I wouldn't last that long on the operating table without the medicine, which would mean that the research would once again come to a halt. I closed my eyes and turned away. I could feel myself on the verge of collapse. I didn't want to be a part of such experiments anymore, and I didn't want to be used as a tool for him to please Claudia anymore either. It hurt too much. I clamped a hand over my mouth and buried myself beneath the covers. Only a muffled voice escaped me. "I remember everything now, Miles. I won't sacrifice myself like this again. Give it up."