Birthday Soulmate Book Novels & Stories

I remembered a passage from one of the few books I had ever read: “A soulmate is a being bound to you by destiny, a perfect mirror of your soul. With one look, they become your center, your orbit, your reason to exist. For them, you would move mountains, cross oceans, bend the world itself. Two souls united in perfect harmony,together, they form something eternal.” Bruce had lied to me all along. Sobs shook my chest,loud, uncontrollable. I didn’t even know if they came from joy or terror. My voice trembled as I whispered:

The formalities of the gods to show intrest in our mating humbled my heart further to want to witness. Reaching my hand out to Uriel’s, her warm hand slid into my own as I had her walk upon the platform. Pulling her waist closer to me, I kissed her forehead. “You look beautiful,” I whispered. It was a lie. She looked damn fucking radiant beside me. The whisps never left her as they hovered over us while standing in front of my mother, the officiant. “Greetings and welcome to all that appears here today,” mother squirmed behind the small table placed before us. Mother, never one to be the big speaker, held up the Sphere of Souls bestowed upon her since Selene’s silent departing to the mortal

Selena gave a confused look. He moved back and pointed to her clothes. "My name is Mine" he read out. Selena looked at her chest to see what he read out and it was true. "You think this is my name?" She asked. Lucius nodded. This brought relief to Selena's heart. She sighed to show it. "What were you thinking before?" Lucius asked. Selena gave a shameful look. Selena wasn't the only one who was relieved. Dylan felt relief wash over him as he realised that the female wasn't his Beta's mate. He released the breath he didn't even know he was holding.

She felt her heart skip a beat but almost immediately, another possibility rushed into her brain. She thought it could be possible that her body was also awake with Cherry's soul and Damien had fallen in love with her body really fast after picking her body up. She heard a low groan that stopped her thoughts. Damien was awake. He got off her shoulders and without a word, he looked away massaging his neck. Lucienne looked at him for minutes. "I know I am handsome, stop staring at me" His voice made her stop looking. She scoffed and looked away. "I am not staring at you, Mr. Damien Winston"

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."

I took the ring from him with shaking hands. Nearly dropped it because I was crying so hard. "I love you too," I confessed, my voice breaking. "And I'm so, so sorry. I'm really sorry, Danny. For everything I said in that courtroom. Everything I did. I only want forever with you too. Only you." "You are my soulmate," Danny told me seriously, a tear escaping his eyes. I smiled through my tears, wiping my face messily. "You're mine too. You're stuck with me now."

she stated, ignoring my questions like they were plagues. “ What truth? Sylvia” “ I miss her you know, she was my only friend, her smile, her long brown hair..” She was doing this to rile me up and it was working. “ Sylvia, what truth? “ “ I know Orion” “ What do you know?” “ I know your wolf saw Delaury as his mate long before the mating ceremony happened “

Blood was everywhere—thick, metallic. His dead eyes flickered. "Do you remember... in our last life..." He coughed blood, voice torn to shreds. "You bonded to me... under the Moon Goddess statue... said it'd be forever... said you'd plant Moonpetals in the yard..." His fingers clawed at the mud like he was digging up ghosts. "You had a pup... she had your eyes... chased fireflies in the yard..." I let him talk. Then I laughed—cold and sharp. "Keep repeating it. Maybe one day you'll believe it. But guess what? I came back too."

Smiled at her and moved on. Rakesh opened the door of 303 room. And entered into the room. The room was fashionably decorated. Everything was up-to-date there. The room was warm, bedsheet was lying in Sophisticated manners. There were white fresh flowers in the vase on the table. He was surprised to see that there was a card on the tables placed just close to white flowers. He picked up a card and opened it. He read that card it was written, "Hotel snow land and its employees welcome you here in our hotel. I hope, serenity of this room would overcome the troubles of last night."

For days I tried to reach him but it was useless. On the day of my 18th birthday, as I woke up, staring at the wood ceiling of my prison-hut, I thought of my mate…If he/she existed in the first place. During my childhood years, and as a teenager I’ve just read some books about werewolves and their history, and so I’ve learned about the existence of the so-called soulmate one could have. A bond established by Selene, our Moon Goddess, through which every individual could learn to love unconditionally and to grow spiritually. At least that was the theory.