Renascent Soul

By Pet TorreS

Prologue
Emily

I did not imagine that the destination could surprise me again and again in such a short time. However, I also didn't think he could bring back to my life, all the good and bitter memories of my past.
My past which, a part of it, I tried and I try to forget, but he's so stubborn and insists to invade my thoughts when I risk thinking about good, beautiful and unforgettable things.
Fate did it again; it brought to my life in the same way, the person I tried to get away from, for a long period of my existence.
I've always tried to be Emily, which existed before the goddamn collecting of a debt from my uncle.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pet TorreS
• Release date: Dec 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310916205

Pet TorreS

Pet TorreS is the pseudonym created by the author with the initials of her real name and surname.The author is a young woman who was born in the interior of Rio de Janeiro. She attended the Fashion Design faculty.However, Pet TorreS has been writing novels since she was 10 years old. In 2008 alone, she decided to pursue her career as a self-published author and expose to the world her beautiful love stories.One of your dreams is to be eternalized by her works.Pet TorreS is also a porter of Rheumatoid Arthritis and Lupus. She came to discover it just a few years ago and these illnesses have shaken up her daily routine to continue writing beautiful novels.

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Renascent

Soul

PET TORRES

Book 5

In the Tiger’s Obsession Series

Books in this series

Tiger’s Obsession, book#1

Robbed virginity, book#2

Ardent affection, book#3

Forced penitence, book#4

Renascent soul, book#5

Infinite Apex, book#6

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Sometimes we need to be reborn, we need a renascent soul.

Pet TorreS

How the heart of Larsson Tiger is protected by a stone barrier! He really needs to have a 'Renascent Soul'...

Emily, Renascent Soul.

Prologue

Emily

I did not imagine that the destination could surprise me again and again in such a short time. However, I also didn't think he could bring back to my life, all the good and bitter memories of my past.

My past which, a part of it, I tried and I try to forget, but he's so stubborn and insists to invade my thoughts when I risk thinking about good, beautiful and unforgettable things.

Fate did it again; it brought to my life in the same way, the person I tried to get away from, for a long period of my existence.

I've always tried to be Emily, which existed before the goddamn collecting of a debt from my uncle.

So I ask myself again.

Fate rules my life? Or is it me that cannot dribble it with an armor to prevent all things or bad people try to cross my path for the second or third time?

What do you think of this?

Chapter 1

Friday at dawn

The traffic is calm. There are few cars circulating through the quiet roads which are partially illuminated by thousands of lamps in their posts. However, no light is able to overcome the darkness of the night. The immense dark sky over everything in a city or a country is able to faithfully seem infinite in the eyes of who gets carried away by a beautiful place, full of stars and clouds wandering from side to side.

Along the way, in the middle of the road, there is a black car, specifically a last generation Opala, moving at high speed. The driver of the vehicle seem excited, the adrenaline travels throughout his body, as he holds a bottle of imported whiskey, called 'The Dalmore'.

This same man, in his early thirties, is wearing dark jeans. A 'black overcoat', which is open in the front. He has no shirt underneath. His defined thorax is exposed.

In his neck is a gold chain with a pendant of a tiger.

His completely green and glowing eyes find some headlights of some cars coming in the opposite direction to him, on a track to his left.

He smiles at the lights. His drunkenness makes him malleable and cheerful to any movement. The skin of his face and chest is humid with his own sweat.

Wow! He really sweats right now!

He seems to be burning in a furnace with thousands of glowing embers.

Ahead, the traffic light, from yellow turns into red.

The driver of the black opala is still pressing his foot on the accelerator. He does not care about traffic rules. His drunken mind does not allow him to do that.

However, his lips close, his cheerful smile fades from his lips in the time he looks at the windshield and sees a woman with black and loose hair that falls below her shoulders. She is adorned with a beautiful dress printed with tiger. He recognizes that physiognomy and exclaims highly in his direction.

-Emily!...Where...are...you now?...

His sharp voice asks with difficulty and he takes another dose of his whiskey contained in its transparent bottle with a dark red liquid.

-You...bitch!

He insists.

After his name calling, his eyes round off more. He drops the bottle of whiskey and it fells on the carpet of his car. It is almost empty. His owner had consumed alone, 90% of all the alcohol.

His body is on fire, he feels an adrenaline rush, an uneasiness, an astounding excitement.

In a few moments, everything seems to revolve in front of him. The movements of his vision become troubled, accelerated.

He can barely see clearly what is going on around, behind and in front of him.

The same man only raises his arm and puts his right fist in the direction of his eyes, therefore, protecting himself from something. Perhaps his own fear.

He only sees a giant truck in front of him.

The four wheels of his black car slide through the dark lane. At this very second there is an explosion of noises. Shattered glass. A crash has just occurred.

More than half an hour later, there is the din of sirens of a car of the fire department.

Hurrying toward the accident on the road.

Chapter 2

Three days later...

Seven am, I get