A Soul To Touch Novels & Stories

I looked like a pretty ghost that everyone sees in the movies. I tried to touch the mirror in front of me but I failed. Just like what I experienced when I tried to touch my own body, my hand just passed through the mirror. So this is what it feels like to be fucking invisible. "You must remember that the soul is the most powerful part of a man. The human body is only a vessel of the soul." I remember what Kairos has said to me. According to him, even if I was not with my own body, it's possible for me to be able to touch things. But it would require great concentration.

It felt divine, not because of breaking the rules, but because they had a purpose with each other. How much fun it is to lose your breath by drowning in the sweetness, isn’t it? The same she was feeling by having him inside of her. She was blinded by care, and a wish to become his want. From everywhere, she was surrounded by him. His touch, his scent, his voice, and finally his soul. She could feel their souls tangling into each other like smoke and then becoming one. If those two souls were not made for each other, then it would have been impossible for them to meet. But it was not.

Miriam asked with a trembling voice. Elle looked at everyone with a tilted head. She looked confused about why they were all surprised. She walked closer to touch Miriam’s belly and said, “There’s a soul here...” “No, really?” Heath, who was previously squatting beside Damian, kneeled toward the girl in front of his wife. “Elle, what do you mean there’s a soul...?” “Here, Cool Uncle. If you can’t see the soul, you can hear it!” Elle said softly.

Isabella dug her nails into my skin, the creaking filling the car and drowning out the outside world. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her chest rising and falling in quick succession, her full breasts brushing against my shirt with the temptation of a soft-core show. I noticed her size was exactly what I expected and how easy it was to conquer her. Owning her. Once and for all. But my brain realized that she was the friend of my enemy... the forbidden one, and the one not to be touched. Touched. I had touched her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and carried her out of Beau Maxwell's club. The vibrations had already coated the underside of my skin and gathered in my core to form a dema

And indeed he smirked, seeing her looking down as if she was ashamed of admitting the fact her body liked his touch when it was gentle and loving. “But it’s well known to all that the body doesn’t know what’s good and what’s bad for it. Sometimes the mind can also be deceived and the heart is ignorant every time, you know. Naive.” She sighed, licking her bottom lip. She was a bit nervous while telling him. Even after the eye-contact spared her, her senses still felt him staring at her. “But the soul never makes a mistake in recognizing—,” “How does your soul feel about my touch?” He asked, absentmindedly. He did not even realise when the question slipped down from his tongue. But he knew he

Soul Sight: a rare hereditary ability, manifesting in early childhood in those with a predisposition toward soulbound recognition, enabling the perception of— The text had been damaged after that. Water-warped. I had spent two weeks trying to find another copy and failed. But I didn't need the text to understand what I'd seen. Golden threads running from my chest to his. Longing in the space between them, vast and old and inexplicable. The knowledge arriving not as a thought but as a fact: he is mine.

The doctor's voice was trembling. In the end, the doctor removed fourteen pieces of glass, of various sizes, from Leo's hand. "The patient's nerves are severely damaged. The tendons are torn. He needs microsurgery immediately!" Looking at the bloody fragments, my rage exploded. My gaze fell on the trembling Nico. Isabella, despite having one arm dislocated, was still screaming hysterically. "Damn you, Arabella! You dare touch my son, I'll kill you!" I gave a slight gesture with my hand.

God… my head was gonna explode. Whoever thought the quiet-harmless-Sophia Vale was indeed quiet as she seemed to be, needs to get a fucking therapy session from me. I sighed, dropping my left hand and rubbing my temples. There was this look the bartender gave me, and I could swear it was pity, like he confirmed his thought. I wasn't born in a world like this. Just a borrower for the time being. I lowered my phone, finding the speaker icon turned on. Although my vision was blurry as fuck, I could still notice the slight changes.

A fresh wave of pain crashed over me, and I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of the love I had once given so willingly. Carter came over with a tissue and gently wiped the tears from my face. I took it and clenched it tightly in my hand. I thanked my lucky stars that I had made it back alive. Otherwise, Miles would have gotten away with this deception for the rest of his life.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.