Is My Ex My Soulmate Novels & Stories

"I love red wine. It's always delicious." I nodded in agreement even though I was drinking white wine. "Brenda, do you believe in the concept of soulmates?" She shot a question at me. "Yes," I replied. Her eyes locked with mine, "What is your understanding of soulmates?" She inquired. "I think soul mates are people who love each other and they are meant to be together and no matter what, they will always find their way back to each other," I explained smilingly as my mind drifted to Jake. His cerulean eyes, his lips, his nose, and every little detail about him crowded my thoughts.

I ask Matilda, smiling softly. Awww, is this true love? "I-i...I don't know." I stutter out. I quickly wore all my clothing on and sat on the floor thinking. What if he's our second chance soulmate? Matilda asks and shook my head in disbelief. "That can't be though. That's rare for any wolf to earn that." I explain. Which was all true in my world. Barely anyone can escape from their mates. Even if it's from force. I'm pretty sure we do, even after we have been through

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:

As a last resort, I cooked for Edith and tried to talk to him, although Nova was grinning mischievously. “Your ex has got a loyal admirer. Why are you becoming a third wheel in their love story?” “First of all, there’s no ‘love’ in this story.” I shot back at Nova and focused my attention on Edith, who was eating half-heartedly. “Feeling affection for someone isn’t bad, Edith. But have you heard about the soulmates?” The spoon in Edith’s hand froze in midair as he breathed in sharply, his blanched face was a positive response to my query.

I flipped through the pages, searching for the information I needed. As I delved into the pages of the book, my heart pounded with anticipation. The words on the page seemed to dance before my eyes, each sentence revealing a truth that I had been longing to understand. The book explains the phenomenon of soulmates, the deep, unbreakable connection that binds two individuals together. A wave of realization washed over me as I connected the dots. The euphoria I felt whenever I was near Hades. The inexplicable pull that drew me to him, was a manifestation of our soulmate bond. Hades was not just anyone to me; he was my destined partner, my other half. My very own mate, a destined partner bound

Why was I working so hard when she wasn’t going to spend my money? “Because she is the Queen of the supernatural world. A special soul, just like you!” I didn’t know when my blabbering became so loud that it woke up Beta Arlo. He walked into my room with a bottle of 2012 Château Blanc to clear the haze of uncertainty from my mind. “Soulmates are our other halves, an advanced version of our personalities. Then how can you even imagine her to be like other girls? Where’s your logic, Vincent?

It’s weird how that works, and it’s too late for me to try to wrap my head around all the implications of that one act. Lyon was right again. He’d claimed that his wife was his soulmate and that soulmates hit different, as he puts it. Apparently, if she’s mine, then everything will appear different from anything I’ve ever experienced before. According to him, there will be no competition, and everything that came before her would pale in comparison, and I’ll be playing on a whole new playing field.

But it’s only a myth, and I just don’t believe it. “It’s impossible,” I stated, not believing. It’s only a myth; I mean, it’s possible if we are soulmates that found each other and mated according to our traditions. But that’s not the case for us; we are not in love. We are certainly not soulmates!

And, more importantly, I wanted to find out who sent her and what they—or she—did to me. "There could be another reason, Mr. Montgomery," Fiona said, pulling my gaze back to her. She smiled that God-awful broad smile again, and I didn’t need to be told she was entertaining something absurd. "She might be your soulmate." My pupils dilated and my body stiffened for a moment. Soulmate? Bullshit. There’s no such thing as soulmates. Love is just a fleeting emotion, a distraction I’ve never indulged in nor believed myself capable of feeling. I’ve never loved anything, let alone anyone. I only feel attached to things I find useful.

“We’re thirty, not fifty and I keep telling you that all that shit you do is going to catch up with you.” “Just because you’re socially awkward doesn’t mean the rest of us are, and I am only out doing those things so I can meet my soul mate like you did.” He smirks at me and I feel the urge to smack him. “Soul mates aren’t real and there is no such thing as ‘the one’. You are either compatible with someone or you’re not. Fortunately I met someone who doesn’t make me want to give up sex completely.” I say.