Justin Soul Eater Novels & Stories

“I haven’t asked permission.” Jo’s eyebrows arched as she considered what she was hearing. “But… you’re a Vampire. Since when do Vampires ask permission for… anything?” “I’m a Souled Vampire,” he corrected, not angrily but sternly enough to get the point across. “We are not like other Vampires. You should know that by now.” “Granted. I’m sorry--I didn’t mean any offense. I was just thinking, if you could see what’s going on in Cassidy’s mind, maybe we’d get an indication as to whether or not this plan to get behind the shield was working or not.”

The more the “other me” spoke, the more she justified her actions. She began recounting all the sacrifices she had made for me, painting the picture of a daughter who, in her eyes, had become an ungrateful monster—just because she refused to eat cucumbers. At that moment, her face twisted into something monstrous. I gritted my teeth, forcing down my discomfort. I kept telling myself that I was doing this for Madeline, that I was acting in her best interest. Swallowing the cucumbers piece by piece, I fought back the nausea.

Someone who has nothing to do with her. “I may not have the money and power you have, but your soul is empty, and that is what is eating you up. And of course, you cannot refute the fact that you and your parents are the most wicked souls that this planet has ever produced. You all deserve a trophy for being amazingly wicked!” I fire at her.

Douglas was smirking at me. It's inside. I hope you're happy, I texted him. I'm more than happy, he said. He put down his utensil and slipped his hand under the table. I closed my eyes and gripped the bottom of my seat, core tightening around the vibrator. The pressure built between my legs, and I tried to pull myself out of the dirty, dirty thoughts that I was thinking about, like Mr. Douglas thrusting himself inside of me. "liza! This picture is beautiful!" Mom said.

Like my mother told me to. My stomach rumbles loudly. Thank the Moon Goddess that my mate wasn't here when that happened. I would've gone red as a tomato. I grab the bell and ring it. Almost 2 seconds later a guy comes in that looks almost identical to Xander. He gives a friendly smile. He's definitely the happier brother of the two. "Hey, Elizabeth. I'm Solomon, Alpha's brother, but you can call me Soul." "Hi, ummm I'm kinda hungry?" I say hesitantly. I've always been the one to ask what people want to eat. It feels foreign to me to be at the receiving end of that question. Instead of rolling his eyes, Soul gives me a bright smile.

I hit him so many times, harder than he hit me, and I’m a better driver. We decided to take a break first and ate a corn dog. It was his first time trying the one wrapped with diced potatoes and with the inside beinghalf sausage, half mozzarella, since he usually just gets the classic one. He wanted to stick with the classic at first because he didn’t think he’d like the combination as much as he does now.

Tharien and Nori stood in the diner's doorway for a moment, the rain-soaked city opening up before them. The bond sat between them — warm, anchored, chosen. Not a wound anymore. Not a liability. Not the thing that made them targets. The thing that made them something the darkness couldn't digest. "Ready?" he said. She looked at the city. At its clipboards and vans and rounded fonts and fractures full of people who hadn't yet been told the quiet being sold to them was a blade. "Yes," she said. They stepped into the rain. Odon Kuraim felt them move — felt the bond's steady, unbroadcasting warmth — and found nothing to feed on.

Silence reigned over the room. Mason and Theo gaped at them, and my mouth dropped. " What?!" I shouted in shock, staring at them in disbelief. " Mate? You mean like Mason, Theo and I? Or something different?" I asked, staring between them. Tamia turned red while Justin shrugged. " I realized that she was my Mate sometime back and I have been trying to make her accept me She is my soulmate." He said. " And you just realized this? What kind of a shifter are you Justin? " I asked. Since he knew about mating, there's no way he's a human.

I felt a sharp pain after he slapped me. He cackled sadistically, “You’re all bark, but you can’t bite.” The grin on my face didn’t fade, “Are you talking about yourself? You’re lucky you saw me in this state, or I would have already turned all of you into ashes.” I looked at him from head to foot, “I bet I could still beat you if you’re alone. You coward blood-sucking freak!” Another slap. I tasted blood in my mouth. My lip and cheek had a cut, and it wasn’t healing like it was supposed to.

I ask her. "Oh, you already met him yesterday." She says, taking her fork to eat her breakfast. "Ohhhh. I never got his name though." I answer, getting mine too. I can't wait to eat her famous maple syrup bacon with egg and ketchup omelet. Plus white milk or orange juice for preference. "His name is Adrian, 22 years old, and works at his small company to find homes for animals." She tells, taking a bite of her food as I nodded from yesterday's event.