Novel & Cerita Hearts Of Soul

Chapter Ten I step outside the ballroom, air stinging against my skin. The chill wraps around me, sharper than the hum in my stomach. My heels click on the pavement, echoing through the night, with every step away from the music and laughter that sound like mockery of my pain. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to ward off the cold, but it's no use. The freezing wind isn't outside but inside me, solidifying my heart and making my thoughts leaden and slow. I came tonight to support Noah, to be with him. Instead, I feel like an afterthought, a shadow in his life.

One wrong move, and it was easy for everything underneath to show. Looking at her own reflection in the mirror, Kylie felt a twinge of self-consciousness. She instinctively tugged the skirt down a bit, adjusting the loose strands of hair falling in front of her face. Then, she made her way to the V8 room. V8 was the largest private room in the club. Kylie opened the door and was immediately hit by a mix of cigar smoke and expensive perfume—an atmosphere of wealth and desire. It was Samuel Quinton's birthday celebration tonight, and his family was a prominent name in Jorundale. Naturally, the event was lavish, attended by high society figures and rising stars from the entertainment world.

The girl's eyes were still open, still staring, still seeing as Arabella pulled the heart free from her chest. Damian couldn't breathe. Couldn't look away. Arabella's face was calm. Focused. The same expression she'd worn when helping in the kitchens, when arranging flowers, when— When handing Seraphine a knife. She carried the heart to the witch, placed it on a square of pristine white velvet. The fabric soaked up blood like it was made for nothing else. "Something so sacred cannot be touched," the witch murmured, handling the heart with reverence. "It will be contaminated otherwise."

His voice cracked—just slightly, just enough. "I'm not the same man I was three years ago. I'm not the same man I was last year. I'm still learning, still growing, still making mistakes. But I'm doing it with her. With my wife. With my daughter. With the family we've built from the ashes of the past." He looked out at the crowd—at Simone, at Leo, at Elena, at all the people who had helped them survive. "The foundation we've built is named Hope. Not just because of my daughter—though she's the reason I breathe. But because hope is what carried us through the darkness. Hope is what brought us here tonight. Hope is what will carry us into the future."

He again begged, staring silently at his mate, watching and waiting. What felt like eons, she finally relented, giving a slight nod, as acceptance goes, that was all that he could hope for in that moment, she could have kicked him out, without hearing out what he had to say, so this was better than the alternative. “Werewolves are not mythological creatures as everyone seems to think, supernatural’s exist, despite what everyone believes.” Deciding to start simple and from a factual perspective, “For each supernatural there is a other half or as we call it a soulmate. Now, not everyone is lucky to find theirs, some never do find theirs or fate takes her time in revealing a true mate. Some sto

****okay so last chapter Devon got a little frisky with Jennifer. This chapter is all about her and how her feelings for Jennifer developed. This chapter gives a whole new outlook to Soulmates but that is all I'm saying. You have to read in order to find out... Hehehehe enjoy**** Devon POV junior year of high school...

Melatonin triggered the sleep side, which is needed for the bait to leave the target. It's only the trial antidote because she doesn't know if the love potion really worked. As much as she loves making mistakes and all, she can't afford to lose in this challenge. Her membership is at stake here. Ever since she was young, she always loved the RVS organization. There are two types of membership there. First, the bloodline and second, the challenges and qualifications. Her friend, the late Queen Aretha, is a member of RVS by bloodline, and Waverly heard the stories by the Queen. She admired the mission of the organization that she promised Aretha, she will enter it once she comes of age.

I told her with all my heart. “I love you, too, Love,” she mouthed. I wish I could turn back to that time. I wish I have the ability to turn back to the time where all the things was on its place; happy and peaceful. I wish I could change the fate to a beautiful one. That precise day, I felt all of my insides went numb. It felt like living without a spirit. It is still feels like.

I muttered a quick prayer in my mind and stepped into the most hottest bachelor's hood. You know, I thought drums were the only instruments that had the ability to be beaten so hard and loud. Who knew the semi-nude sight of my boss who was busy doing a press up, could make my heart pound furiously and leave my brain totally messed up. There is only one way to describe the sun-kissed specie of Homo Sapien. His skin is smooth and flawless which is like a sheet of well-done cloth, light brown skin that glistened with sweat and soft moisture each time he went lower and upper, flexing his muscles.

Conrad was already waiting in his well tailored suit. He took my hand and led me onto the stage, he didn’t even look at me. As we climbed onto the stage, the audience cheered and clapped. Slow music started playing in the background and I could feel my soul syncing into the rhythm. Conrad stretched his hands out as the spot light shined down on us. I took his hands and he placed one hands on my waist and I placed mine on his shoulders. We started dancing to Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Although, we were in sync, our hearts weren’t.