Stare Into My Soul Novels & Stories

"Why do you say that? Do you want to hurt me? But you haven't succeeded! I love you. I've always loved you. And I don't care what you are, what your past is. I just love your existence. I just love what you are, I love you for being born into this world." Celeste lowered her eyes down and clenched her hands in her fists and said, "I've seen too much death and too much suffering. My soul is black and there is no room in it for love. My heart has long been destroyed. Do you want to love someone like me?" Still on his knees, he bent even lower and looking at her little feet, which were in old shoes, said, "Both in darkness and in daylight, among evil and good, among the living and dead, I love

Her mother forcibly took her eyes off the necklace she was looking at with admiration. one "Hande, that's beautiful. I never thought about it from your point of view. I wondered how you felt." Hande focused her eyes on the necklace as she held her mother's hand lovingly and smiled. "Maybe I think it's strange. I don't know. I think that those lifeless works have souls. Spirit, heart, language. As for how I feel, it may sound strange to you, but I felt love. The love of the man who made this necklace and the love of the one he loved when he gifted it to his beloved is the deepest part of my heart. I felt it deep inside."

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. What do you want to eat?” Maria giggled, her fingers stroking his arm as she murmurs something into his ear. Tears threaten to spill, but I refused to let them see me break. I push through the doors, my heels clicking against the marbled floor as I went to the restroom. Inside, I collapse against the sink, sobbing silently. Until a deep, unfamiliar voice broke through my pain. “Hi, I’m Stefan—” I looked up with clouded eyes. “Stefan Andres?!!! CEO of The Wealth Club?!”. I widened my eyes in shock, with my lips parted and looking lost at him.

Cause she had to handle her third trouble which was to calm down her crying son and that was nowhere near easy. Yeah, she was a mother and blessed with a lovely son who was the love of her life, her everything, her son Zayn Abedin. ************** Cold Skin, Drag My Feet On The Tile As I Am Walking Down The Corridor I Know We Haven't Talked In Awhile So I Am Looking For An Open Door ***************** ................... Assalamualaikum Readers... I hope you all liked it... Don't forget to comment and vote...... I love you all...... 

......... Maia ......... My eyes snap open, and I stare up at the high ceiling, unable to shake the image of his face. I can still feel his eyes peering into my soul, and I don’t even understand the logic of it. He was standing in the dark, but I could see him so clearly. When I looked around him, I couldn’t see clearly, but him I could see.

The last thing I want is to have a struggle with myself when everyone else is already hating on me. "Look at me," she said, and I did as she said, staring into her soulless eyes. I saw a reflection of myself in her grey eyeballs and quickly diverted my gaze; there is nothing I despise more than mirrors, which serve as a continual reminder of who I once was.

I felt so hot and like I was being suffocated in here. "We have to go..." "Amora..." "I will see them on Saturday at the wedding.." "Amora..." I took my bag. Eye contact is how souls catch on fire... Do you believe that? Coz I do..I've experienced it with Tawny so many times that it's not even new anymore yet I still have no idea how we manage to tear the stare apart. Out of nowhere it really hit me, it felt like her eyes held mine captive, as if she was staring straight through me right into my soul and I couldn’t even do anything to avoid it.

And when I raised my head to look up at him, I found him staring at me. His eyes boring into my soul. My stomach flipped and butterflies erupted. Again. What was wrong with me?

The weight of his stare bore down upon me, penetrating the very depths of my being, leaving me feeling stripped bare. In that moment, it was as if his eyes held the power to unravel the layers of my soul, exposing every flaw and imperfection that lay hidden beneath the surface. The intensity of his scrutiny was suffocating, like a suffocating fog that enveloped me, making it difficult to breathe.

I began giving my speech while I constantly monitored my fiancée, who was resting in one of the seats accompanied by healers and doctors. “No one can enter inside if no one invites them to Stella's Soul.” I tried to control the fury inside me. Thank the Goddesses that Remus is helping me with that. The two Hearteaters earlier are easily incapacitated. But the one that recently burned, seen by several subjects, is the one who imitated Grandmama Jane. And the one I witnessed on top of Elaine, taking the living daylight out of her and pushing her closer within the grip of death. But I will never allow it. I did not allow it. Not in a freaking thousand years. Not when I am still a breathing fles