A Soul To Touch Novels & Stories

They eyes glowed golden as they held each other in sight. Daylen gulped. Syvan softened his eyes, taking in Daylen's facial features without blinking. Something about Daylen felt like home. It was an epic feeling as though he had found the missing piece of his soul that he was searching for. It was like looking at the mirror of his better half. Seeing the pieces of their souls merge as one completing each of them. Syvan clenched his hand on Daylen's shirt. "You are human!" Syvan exclaimed stunned to feel the deep connection between them. An invincible thread drawing them together. It was a sense of belonging, one he longed for all his life.

Gripping the bean bag, Galene tried to think about anything else except Stralath touching her with those capable hands. The movie started playing again, and he rolled away. Galene grabbed her Coke and gulped down a few sips. When Stralath wrapped his arms around his knees and leaned forward, she resisted the urge to run a hand down his back. He wasn’t hers—he belonged to the sky. And she belonged deep in the ocean. The chemistry she felt, though, was off the charts. The touch of his skin and she lost all rationality. Gnawing on her lip, she looked away from his muscled back and tried to concentrate on Indiana Jones brandishing a whip. A pure and beautiful sound vibrated through her bones, an

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

She let out a low moan, the part of her that desired him taking over. "Can I touch you?" He asked her silently pleading with his eyes and she nodded feebly. "Your words Elena, I need your words." " Yes..." She whimpered out her answer. Jake sighed in approval and lowered his hand letting it graze over her right breast, her nipple was so hard he could see it through the shirt she was wearing. Jake took her nipple between his thumb and his index finger and pinched it a little, making her moan louder this time. He lifted his other hand and did the same to the other nipple and she arched towards him, biting her lower lip.

I was so shocked that I grabbed my hand and shouted. "Don't touch me!" The maids quickly went to check us. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I breathe heavily. "W-water" I said. Someone handed me water and I saw It was him. I immediately took and drank it. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'm okay." Out of breath I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ---" "I still don't want to eat because I'm still full and I have to look at something now. So please, don't touch me"

Sukhon aur dukhon wali Saari saugaton mein Sang tujhe rakhna hai Sang tujhe rakhna hai Tere sang rehna Meri duniya mein bhi Mere jazbaaton mein Teri milti nishani kahin Jo hai sabko dikhani kahin Mai toh jaanti hu marke bhi Mujhe aati hai nibhani kahin Woh hi karna hai jo hai kehna Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi. (O... I didn't find those spiritual eyes anyplace I didn't find that glowing face anyplace Neither I found those heartfelt talks Nor that fresh youthful attractiveness anyplace I roamed the whole world but I couldn't find anyone like You

Something cosmic. And even in the quiet—especially in the quiet—I can feel it. The way his soul sings against mine. The way his touch pulls me back into being. The way we are whole.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

“Pull! Now! Or it’s gone!” Avery gritted their teeth, digging deep. They visualized the soul’s light, imagined it as something human, something alive and begging not to be lost. They yanked, tugging with every ounce of strength they could muster. The threads flared, wrapping the soul tighter, drawing it toward them. For a moment, hope. The soul’s chaotic form began to solidify, glowing steadily, as if recognizing Avery’s pull. Victory seemed close, so close they could taste it.

“I think you’ve judged the situation wrong, Alpha. I am in no way a whipped puppy at her command. You can do as you wish with her. However, it seems I have a smaller, extra hearthstone that was broken off from the original. I believe it would serve your purpose, however, along with the girl, I want something else.” Ruax questioningly raised his eyebrow. “There was a breach in the realm yesterday. Someone had crossed the portal and entered here. I don’t trust them or their power. They cannot be allowed to live, not after being the only beings to cross the portal in well over a century. I believe they are in your possession? If you eliminate them, we have a deal.” “How many souls can this brok