Upon The Tainted Sorrow Book Novels & Stories

Wyatt heard a man’s voice say. “NO! It’s your fault thinking that covering money that was never going to be directly touched by her in your energy would actually work, It’s not my fault you and your siblings are so damn stupid. It’s really amazing that Abaddon lets you even attempt to collect souls.” That time it was Daniel.

The screen was broken and it was not in good working condition but she managed to operate it She groaned as she flipped through Lisa's emails. The phone slipped from her hold and she covered her mouth in shock. She could not hold her tears. She hit her chest repeatedly and blamed herself for the mess. She saw it coming but she was negligent. Through the mails, she realized Lisa had paid some ransom already. She shivered as she remembered the day Lisa returned looking dirty and all.

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.

“What was that? After the place turned back we slowly lost our strength. “It was the strong dark spell called Tenebrous, everything will turn black and the darkness will eat you, you’ll be failed with sadness, anger, loneliness, and every dark emotion that would feed the spell. All the memories that caused these will torture you and if you fail to find happiness in your heart, it will end you. It is way worse than a nightmare.” Rina answered. Timor persist not looking at her and I only nodded. “Did she do that?” I asked while looking at the unconscious witch.

He has written, 'I'm sorry Love, I am very sorry (puppy face) Please forgive me for spoiling your applications. When I saw them on the floor last night, I was angry with you. Why the hell you didn't send your journals to Warren publications. I was kind of happy that they got destroyed otherwise I would have lost a gem like you for some other competitor. You are really a gem Sophia. I read your books the whole night, and I was on really on edge to know who was the murderer and who did the crime. So I'm taking your journals and will drop them to the publishing department so that they can get an amazing writer like you. And don't worry, I'm not gonna use my influence to get your book selected a

I go to the table. The page is dense, old handwriting in two languages, English and something older that I recognize as a Creole variant from my archive research. The English portion is a full clinical description of a working called The Lover's Ruin, which I have read about in Beatrice Ashworth's journals but which has never been as specific as what is written here. I read. The curse activates upon inheritance of the Sterling fortune. This I knew. The compulsion layer drives the heir to sabotage genuine love through pride, cruelty, and self-destruction. This I knew.

I threw the Iron-Bound Book into the white flames. The reaction was instantaneous. A pillar of pure, blinding white light erupted from the basin, hitting the violet vortex above. The Grey-Walkers didn't just dissolve; they were incinerated, their parchment bodies turning into white butterflies of ash that filled the air. I felt the "Sight" begin to fade. The silver threads in my mind were snapping one by one as the records of my world's debts were burned into nothingness. The King, released from the Grey-Walkers' hold, stumbled back. "The book... my secret..."

I wanted to pour out my troubles on him and his only job was to listen and let me wallow in my sorrows. However a tiny voice reminded me that Hunter was probably not the best person to be with if I wanted to feel sorry for myself, he always had the right thing to say or do to make any situation better, but maybe that's what I needed right now, someone that could make sense out of this terrible situation that I was in. When he finally opened the door I pushed past him into the luxurious apartment that he had, perks of being from a wealthy home. There were books scattered everywhere, all on ancient history. I knew he had a special interest in finding out accurate information about the past, bu

Previously, I felt betrayed and hurt. The man who I thought I owed my life had now turned out to be the one ruining it. That thought made the pain worse. "The beautiful love which I felt from you has completely disappeared, Jihun. It completely has!" He chuckled darkly hearing me and with a smirk he stated, " Most things that disappear are beautiful! " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I reply with tears strolling down my cheeks. " Artic, please don't cry! I promise we will figure it out soon," He tells me. " You weren't able to find anything out of this one either huh?" Shawn asks, picking up the book about vampires and their mates, flicking through the pages. I go to respond to his question about the book he's holding. When his breathing becomes ragged, clutching the book in his grasp, looking at me then back at the pages, before he drops the book on the floor.