Book On Soul Ties Novels & Stories

“The world’s unraveling without you. I’m unraveling without you.” His hand found the notebook again—Matthew’s notebook. Jordan had found it tucked between battered novels and unopened medical bills, hidden like something too precious for light. Pages bled ink: midnight confessions, delicate musings, things never said aloud. Letters to people who never knew how deeply Matthew loved. Who never asked. Now, Jordan picked up a pen. No shaking this time. No hesitation. He wrote back—not to Matthew, but to the quiet space where his soul might still be listening. Every word carved from bone. Every line a desperate tether, trying to pull Matthew back from the edge.

One of them was being unemotional and he couldn't care less if it made him someone with a heart of stone. But the self-betrayal of the nine-month time span displayed the result on him. He broke his own theory of living and his traitor mind caused him to hope, wish, and anticipate. He became numb when nine month's desires, aspirations, and expectations were crushed in just one event. His face was still hard and stoic but inside he was breaking. The impact of the big loss hit him like the fiery breath of a dragon. His heart was shattering in the tiniest pieces.

“ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENDING THIS BOOK HERE, WILL COME BACK WITH A SEQUEL.

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."

It was time to uncover more to protect our pack from whatever threat lay ahead. I walked into the calm and regal study and moved to the leather chair. I sat and ran my fingertips over the old thither pages of the manuscript. Opening the book again, a renewed sense of determination washed over me. I was eager to unravel the depths of the blessing I had been bestowed and to grasp its full potential. Engrossed in the pages, I was drawn deeper into Mirabai’s account. I had progressed more than halfway through when I stumbled upon her instructions, carefully penned for the “next gifted soul,” as if she was addressing me directly.

She looks at me confused. “What do you think your brother wanted? Not to be the bearer of bad news but he was there literally watching you devour your mate while he was helping me draw out her wolf. With the power he holds he could have had her by now if he really wanted, and the bond they share is no joke. It’s not a fated mate bond no, but their souls are intertwined.” Andy and I look at one another confused. “Okay does this have a point?” I snap at her.

No doubt it was quite difficult to believe. “Okay, I know it sounds ridiculous, but that’s what I’m sticking with. A part of Mike was drawn here and got stuck on the day of the dead because of our sibling bond and… because of my guilt… kind of a curse for not performing my role that night. Now he wants to help me figure out what happened to our parents.” “Wait… so your souls are bound together because you didn’t honor the rituals of some old wise tale?” Nate blurted out in utter disbelief.

Just once. Barely. But it did. Savannah felt tears sting her eyes. “You think walking away will protect me,” she whispered. “But you’re wrong. It will destroy me.” Jackson stepped closer. The space between them disappeared. “You’ll be free,” he murmured. “I won’t,” she whispered. “I’ll still be tied to you. I’ll still be connected. And everyone will still think the worst.” Her voice trembled. “And I’ll lose you.”

He smiled “The other night when you felt that jolt. I want you to know that wasn’t me or my telepathy. I felt it as well. I think you are my Soul-Tie. Some call it mates. Others refer to it as destined or true love. That jolt you felt was the bond connecting. It’s weird because humans normally don’t have mates and they definitely don’t have mates that aren’t human. I need to do some research. I am going to go to the library. While I'm there you can shop. Buy some new clothes, things we need in the house, and whatever else we can carry on the carriage.” I sat with the information. Soul-Tie. It was a foreign concept, but it did feel right. I had never felt this way before with anyone. He was