Birthday Soulmate Book Novels & Stories

That very night, while the royal convoy stopped at an inn on the journey back to the capital, Ann joined forces with the disguised Royal Astrologer and successfully completed the face-swapping ritual. However, a forbidden spell like that was an act against the gods themselves. After the ritual was completed, both sides would fall into a month-long coma. To hide the truth... Also to identify the man Princess Shirley truly loved... Ann simply had the Royal Astrologer invent the lie that only Princess Shirley's destined soulmate could awaken her with a kiss. Which meant... No matter which one of the three Lynch brothers kissed her, she would wake up. In the end, that person would always die.

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

A bracelet I had once cherished. I still remember the night we met. Vividly. I had just been fired from my job—for refusing to date my boss. It had been raining, and I was soaked, shivering as I walked alone. That’s when Michael approached me. He offered me comfort, warmth… and, eventually, love. Or at least, what I thought was love. A small, nostalgic smile crept onto my lips at the memory of our first meeting—until reality crashed back in. I clenched my jaw. And look how that turned out.

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“I… never properly thanked you for p-pulling me out of the river; for saving my life.” Liam blinked and finally turned his head to look at him, smile spreading. “There’s no need to thank me Luca,” he said with a chuckle, “that’s what soulmates do. They save each other.” The younger boy nodded and averted his eyes slightly for a second. “Still,” he said before turning back to Williams once again. Leaning forward quickly, Luca closed his eyes and pressed his lips firmly against his soulmate’s.

They only discovered they were soulmates when they were teenagers, but they lived that fantasy story Leo so desperately hoped for. Even though Leo never found his soulmate, at least he found someone to spend the rest of his life with who actually likes him. That sounds like a much better “ soulmate ” story than Carlos’s. Carlos doesn’t know how long he stays up, scanning through books and sniveling from the occasional pain, but he eventually passes out with books scattered around his feet and small hands clutching the sweater to his chest. —— There’s no way to tell how much time has passed, but it’s dark outside again when Carlos’s eyes finally crack open. There’s soft murmuring and clicking

"You're a smart boy. I'm just kidding. You're so sweet when you're angry. But still, you're just the perfect man in every way." Hugging her tightly, Adelard closed his eyes. His strong, yet slender body, with its graceful arms, became a fortress behind which any woman would feel happiest. "I love you," Celeste said, hugging him back. Two bodies, two souls, two hearts, and that was enough to make the universe believe in the existence of soul mates.

I’m too busy stealing glances at Jace and the red-headed woman, trying to decipher what their relationship is. “Something interesting happened at The Mate Matchmaking Bureau a few days ago.” My date wins my interest with that sentence, and my attention snaps to his face. “Oh yeah?” "Uh-huh," Von May Bite grins. “Alpha Lucifer, someone who has been missing for twenty years, suddenly appeared in their matchmaking systems, which is super creepy. The guy is thought to be dead.”

I heard Azrael say from right next to me, right before she replied, “Yes, yes, you were just following the half-breed. I know,” She knowingly smiled, flipping on the table what seemed like a tarot card, only it had some weird symbols instead of the usual descriptive drawings. “Her soul is bound to yours... Interesting...” She muttered mostly to herself, not sparing a single glance at the card lying on the table, still keeping her gaze fixated towards the window. Okay, this is getting seriously weird right now. She then flipped yet another card, just like the last time, not even bothering to look down at it and with a deadly serious tone, she said,

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.