Novel & Cerita Stare Into My Soul

There was no doubt in my mind that now, more than ever, it was imperative that I find a way out of here; the life of my unborn child depended on it. As darkness fell, I felt the pull of the moon call me. Turning my gaze to the small window-like hole in the ceiling, I stood there staring at the moon. Although it wasn't considered a full moon, something about it was different. Through the small hole, I could see a glowing red ring begin to form around the moon. At that moment, my entire body was filled with a tingling sensation that originated from my toes and worked its way up to my head. Closing my eyes, my head fell back, and I felt myself begin to slowly levitate off the ground. I began ch

"Looks like they're ready to make their appearance." Sarah's voice got lost as the crowd around them began murmuring, the sound growing louder and louder, filling the open space with noise. The murmuring continued until the lights cut fully plummeting the entire room and its occupants into darkness. A single spotlight flashed on and focused at the top of the stairs where Summer and Michael both stood now. Asher felt his breath catch as he stared at Summer. She looked like a fairy standing there with the light glowing around her.

That year, I fell in love. I watch as the stars glow and the wind howled. It's as if I'm still here, body, mind, and soul. Even in the afterlife, he has so much of me. Does he even think of me? When he learned of my demise, did he even shed a tear? I shook my head as memories start to flood all over again. Flashes of our days together, me and Devon running down the stairs of the school's fire exit so he could kiss me deeply and whisper things like, "God you're so beautiful Hannah, I'm so crazy for you..." and I would kiss him back with the same need and passion because I felt it. He was beautiful, magnificent, he was my soulmate...but, why am I alone now? Cold and dead and he was there slumb

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.

It still hurt terribly, and when I took a breath, I sounded like Darth Vader due to my lung having a hole, but I stopped feeling like my soul is trying to leave my body. ''Who are you?'' I asked with a gurgling voice when someone unimaginable filled my eyesight. A young woman was standing above me with a slight smile on her face but seriousness in her onyx eyes. It wasn't her presence that shocked me. It was her close resemblance to me. Actually, including few things such as her eyes and freckles, she was like my long-lost twin.

Our date was at the Blue Moon bar. Just like in my dream, there she was at the table in front of me, I never felt so lucky in my life. She was dressed in her favourite light blue dress with a silver purse. With her by my side, I will climb every mountain to be here again. Without her around, there will be no destination at the end of my journey. I find hope, trust, and faith every time I looked at her. Whilst passing her the glass of champagne, I noticed a mark on her wrist. It was a symbolic tattoo that I have never seen before.

He is staring straight at me. Those sharp, crystal-blue eyes are locked onto mine, piercing through the distance between the dining table and the sofa. I blink rapidly, caught completely off guard. It feels like he is looking straight into my soul, peeling back the layers of my hoodie and my sweatpants to read every messy, jealous thought currently racing through my mind.

“A soul tether.” Mira stiffened. “Absolutely not.” Olivia frowned. “What is that?” “It’s dangerous,” Mira said sharply. “That’s what it is.” Caroline ignored her, turning to Olivia. “A soul tether allows someone to enter another’s consciousness—to travel into their mind and find what’s keeping them trapped.” Olivia blinked. “You mean… I could go inside his head?” Caroline nodded. “Yes. But it’s not just a simple visit. You would be stepping into whatever prison those shadows have built for him.” She closed her book with a soft thud. “If you get stuck in there… you might not come back.”

Because I would have had to erase and obliterate every touch and ounce of pleasure she ever received from anyone else other than me. But now I don’t have to, thank god. I still need to leave my imprint on her soul though. I need my name branded in there… forever. Lucas Snow: Owner of My Soul. It even has a fucking nice ring to it.

Victor wanted to reluctantly argue, blinded by what was really happening but the next second his breath hitched in utter disbelief at the sudden occurrence flashing before him. “No… No!... im... impossible! It must be the drug… you must have released the fumes in here… yes! That has to be it… this was all part of your plan… have the others distract me… while you were secretly waiting to take me out…” The agitated man reasoned; clearly in denial as he stumbled backwards pressing on the wall behind him for support, his eyes intently glued to the scene of the glitching figure several steps ahead. “I… can assure you… this is no drug… and I am… Mike Rayburn… a soul with a vengeance.”