Books Similar To The Untethered Soul Novels & Stories

I have no one, no one cares enough about me but that's okay and this is why I suggest getting yourself a therapist, a good therapist. "Well nowadays finding a good therapists is hard and when you finally find one, it might cost you more than you budgeted which is why I'd be sharing free copies of my book on mental awareness and you can reach out to me at the end of this event if you're in need a good therapist that doesn't cost much, I know few.

Hmmm. I tapped my legs as I sat all alone in the big beautiful room. I guess the people on earth were so lucky because life seemed soo easy here compared to Marazona. I smiled and stood up to feed my eyes. Yes....just to view...I wasn't going to touch anything. I folded my hands behind my back and looked around. Wow!! So many interesting things. Incredible. I smiled as I walked around and my eyes caught something more interesting. Wowww! I gasped and looked at it more intently.

You spat the words like it left a foul taste in your mouth. "Tethered— we were two halves, we are now one. Killing you would be killing myself, and so, you shall live." "On stranger tides, Drop anchor and pray, That your love returns, with Dawn's first rays..." I wish I had some grasp at the time of what an exceptional and rare gift it was to be tethered. If I'd have known what it truly meant to find the other half of one's soul, I would have begged you to run. To run with me as far as we could go, deep onto dry land and far from the sea. If only I'd known how unforgiving she would be... How cruel a mother could be to her children...

Dropping a book from the shelves in another book, in a different world, but intertwine destiny, as the heroine and another shard soul of ‘hers’ took that defining sound of her every step and whispers. “DEATH REINCARNATE.” Misha’s voice echoes, as she took the book that had fallen from its shelves and into that dimly lit corner of the city’s grand library. With her puzzled mind, yet it wasn’t showed upon herself. She is ringing with thoughts and questions as to why a certain book in that particular genre is put into the section of religious one and the bible? Just how uncanny might a coincidence such as this occur? “Uncanny.”

Knowing my brother, he just wanted it to be a surprise, or he wanted it to be mysterious for no particular reason. Lyle didn’t shut up about it, saying it was the most beautiful thing she had ever felt. She explained it to me in detail, and I don’t feel any of what she mentioned, aside from my wolf yelling at me that Lucas Quinn is my mate. “But that’s… that’s just impossible, Tori. Are you sure?” “Yes. I’m certain. I know he is somehow connected to me, but only because my wolf wouldn’t shut up about it. Other than that, nothing. Just a casual, irritating meeting with an irritating alpha.”

Their souls seemed to intertwine with his, creating a connection that defied logic and reason. As Adam's thoughts drifted to Ayana and Lyana, he found himself lost in fantasies of their enchanting presence. Their smiles, their laughter, their innocence—it all captivated him in ways he had never experienced before. Despite his reputation as a womanizer, he couldn't deny the genuine affection he felt towards them, even if it unsettled him to his core. In the midst of his internal struggle, Adam couldn't help but question everything he thought he knew about himself. Everything that people knew him to be. Was he truly the heartless womanizer the city believed him to be, or was there more to him

The next day, she was standing in front of Zayn who had started to teach her some new techniques and today he had a special lesson for her. "As a night jasmine, the souls of wolves that could not fulfill their last wishes will be guided by you. You will start seeing those souls soon as they will try to find you. Between the physical world and the unseen world, you will be like a door." "So, more spirits." Giselle sighed. "I already have a spirit with me and he is way worse. Or all men are worse." She looked at Zayn. "Except you. I did not mean you when I said men. I mean you are a man but I don't see you as a man...what I am saying."

The next morning, as sunlight streamed into the room, I sat on the balcony wrapped in his silk robe, staring at the ocean waves crashing against the cliffs. What am I doing? A small voice in my head whispered: This isn’t love. You’re just his toy. His pretty little whore. But another voice – darker and deeper – whispered back: You love belonging to him. You love the pain. You love the way he looks at you like he owns your soul. My phone buzzed with messages from classmates planning a study group for finals. Their lives felt so… normal. Mine was a secret world of diamonds, collaring, cum-stained sheets, and bruises hidden under designer dresses.

The Emergent World required the reader to have been inside a long arrangement — a partnership, a collaboration, a building of something together that was larger than either person alone. And the fourth book required the reader to have been inside a long accumulation long enough that the ordinary day was the deepest thing they knew. He said: "Yes. The Inside Account is available to any thoughtful reader. The Ground Keeps requires the reader to have been in the ground or close to it. The Emergent World requires the reader to have been inside a long arrangement. The fourth book — " He paused, finding the form. "The fourth book is available only to the reader who has been inside a long accumulat