A Soul To Touch Novels & Stories

I never realized my soul was craving to be awoken from its slumber. I think when Ever hit me in the chest with her war scythe to reap my soul, she awoke it somehow. I was frozen inside without her touch, and I would have died here. She saved me. I didn’t understand how she could see into my soul like open doors, seeing into my core as she broke down all the walls I put up. Her darkness called to my darkness, and they became one, just as our souls did.

His lips were very close to her ear so it was not hard for my ears to catch it. "Leave your body free, Reena." He guided her and she loosened herself and placed her head on his chest. "Forget about your fears, discomfort, scars and contract, everything, just remember me and my touches and the effect my touches were leaving on you. Let me touch your soul." His words were leaving her on a breathing mess. His hands were not touching her at the moment, but his hot breaths were enough for her to get breathless. The tip of his fingers brushed the bare skin of her waist making her squirm under his touch, as she felt tickles over her skin. She shivered at that.

ariel:- don't tell me that she was the one who I have to protect, but I want to live free from any responsibility, but for some reason, I fell I drown to her, it was an endless path, which I can't escape. blue soul:- the way you feeling is obvious don't let all this thing overtake your head, because there something more I want to tell you. ariel:- I am certain that this feeling is about love or romance but this is something which pulls me to her, I think I didn't get peace until I find her again, tell me what you want to tell. blue soul:- the ring you saw earlier, it is about that, I am a soul that why I can listen what soul saying, a normal human can't listen to another soul.

Letting someone in. I pulled at him closer plus our own bodies moved as one now. We were gliding along together under the surface. Touch is to touch, and soul is to soul. Just connection with no urgency that is intentional being slow every movement. I kissed him just as if I was rediscovering that experience since I took each breath and I gave each sigh with every single touch of lips and tongue. We stayed there in that water for long after that silence had enveloped all of the world, and we did caress, did hold, did discover one another through those whispers and those breaths, cocooned there in all of the security that night had plus the gentle steady beat of trust.

I snapped my hand on his chest, over his heart, and went to look inside. “You ripped off a part of your soul?” I nearly shouted. “It is like amputating a limb.” I was baffled. He shrugged. “I did say I would have given an arm—,” he began. “But that’s your soul,” I said shaken. “Relax Ela,” he said grabbing my hand and wrapping his enormous finger over mine. “It will not kill me, souls grow back. It’s like blood, you can lose some and it’ll return later. You told me that people share and give pieces of their souls all the time.”

When his fingers dipped into my underwear, I grit my teeth. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he said softly, lips and nose pressed into my neck. Damian was the one touching me, but he sounded just as affected as I was. His finger slipped past my clit, finding my hole where he spread my arousal around. I peered down, seeing his tattooed hand disappearing into my lacy underwear. I smirked—I liked how that looked. The tip of his finger dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan.

“A freed soul has no need for lies, my queen.” Within a second, his face inched closer and through my streaming tears, I noted every detail of his paleness. And with a little embrace of his arms, I nudged him to continue. “So?” “You, my queen,” he held me more dearly, his thumb occasionally moving against my skin, “brought my long dead soul back to life.” His touch shot thrilling sensations into me and I fully acknowledged that delay truly was dangerous. If we don't do this quickly, my weak mind will change again.

I ask. As Adam composes himself and approaches, his trembling hand clasping my waist reveals the struggle within him. It's not merely a physical tremor, but a manifestation of the turmoil in his soul. I sense the weight of his past bearing down on him, an unwelcome guest crashing into the delicate balance he's been striving to maintain. In his touch, I feel the echoes of history, the ghosts of his past haunting him. This moment is a confrontation, not just with me or our surroundings, but with himself—a stark reminder of the journey he's undertaken to leave behind the shadows that once engulfed him.

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."

West is seething, but little does he know I’m just starting. “Alright see because were mates we have certain scents that attract us to one another. Also this,” I run my hands up and down her exposed arms slowly, and then place my hand right by the hem of her dress on her thigh. “The electricity that our touch gives to one another is also a sign that were mates. Remember back to this morning when you couldn’t control the desire to touch me, and the minute you did what happened?”