Born An Old Soul Novels & Stories

"Not only do I see people like you often. I've been in your position before." Sean shook his head in disbelief. "You must have been through a lot of tough stuff." "That's right. I've been through the toughest time in my life when I lost my wife. Losing a soul mate made my world feel shattered. But," the old man paused for a moment. "But I've come to terms with the toughest times. I've been sincere." "But how? How can you be okay after half your soulmate is gone forever?" "Maybe her body is gone forever, but her soul is not. She's still here with me." The old man said, pointing to his own chest.

Sujata reveals. "Would that stop you from doing what you did? No, never. You stooped so low that you sold yourself. You had an intimate relationship with the owner of the video." Abhi started howling and shouting, Sanjay tried to console him but he was inconsolable. He turns towards Sujata," you know to punish you for your offence, Almighty, didn't let me forget my past, the moment I came back here I retrieved my past. For your information, I was Raj in my previous birth. Whatever I did to your father was unintentionally but you did everything intentionally. I want to forget everything. " His sobbing grew louder. "Even I 'm ashamed of my father." Everyone turns to the source of the voice.

His face contorted into one of discomfort. "Small world." David murmured. Small world, too small for Asher's liking. He had found the girl he missed for so long, but it seemed like she was still miles away from him and forever out of his reach. At that moment all he could think was, fate was truly a cruel and heartless bitch.

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

It burns my palm as I hold her, cradling the little ball of fire as I try to figure out who she’s come from. What her parentage is. And I’m shock, shook the very core when I realise that the very man that sat at my dining table earlier Tonights has sired a daughter with the girl I promise for him as a second chance mate. I’m confused, confounded at the possibility of him procreating when he’s miserably foaled for the many years of this lifecycle. The soul is a particularly dark soul, craving sadness, the dark… anything angry. But it’s also an unusual soul too.

I became so stiff buckling so hard. It was so intense, I felt like my soul left my body and went to heaven. I saw stars behind my eyelids so bright, blinding me. " I am never going to forget this beautiful sight which I am seeing today," Ezra said in awe with big eyes grinning sheepishly. " Woowww, just wowww." I can't even form words properly due to the first orgasm of my life. I pulled my body in a sitting position and I can see the desire in Ezra's eyes and how he is holding himself from devouring me right now. He has given me the best orgasm of life and I want to give him something best too.

They did not realize the significance of these events until it was too late. Sky had finally given birth to a boy, and Krystal had twins. During a playdate, Sky put her son down for a nap. Suddenly, they heard the baby crying through the monitor. Rushing to him, they discovered the twin girl smothering the baby boy, whispering, "She's my mommy, not yours. It's time for you to go away." This incident led them to a realization: the soul had not ascended to heaven or descended to hell but was in limbo, waiting for the right moment to return. Sky explained that her grandmother had assisted them in performing a soul cleansing and a blessing to ensure the baby's rightful soul remained within.

“Our souls don’t break.” “What?” I scoff, “What the hell are you talking about? You have made it quite clear that they do. You have said that too many cracks can tear someone apart, like what almost happened to Neah.” “Hunters,” he sighs. “A Hunter’s soul doesn’t break.” “How is that even possible?” “It’s the way we are born. Maybe it is why I can see souls so well,” he shrugs. I look over at his glass. He has only had a tiny bit of brandy and slowly swills the liquid around the glass.

When he spoke again, his voice had gone even calmer, and there was something cruel sitting under it. "I've been holding onto a soul fragment. It belonged to some old man. He wasn't all that powerful, but he was stubborn. He spent his whole life guarding his sect and protecting some treasure or other. He ended up with his soul ripped to pieces for the trouble. "And here I am, almost 1,000 years later, still hanging onto that one little piece of him. I could never bring myself to get rid of it." When he mentioned "an old man's soul", his tone was so easy and light, yet they came down on her like a sledgehammer. Her whole body jolted. Suddenly, the tree trunk at her back felt like ice, and what

Nina asked, laughing sardonically. The old lady turned to look at her and said, "Hmph! Don't try to scare me! Even if you beat me so hard that you destroy my soul, I can still return to the City of Wronged Spirits and go through countless obstacles to obtain new life!" "Obstacles?" Nina threw her head back in laughter and said, "You've already trained to become a snake. Even after you die, your soul will be in the form of a snake, not a human."