Letter To My Soul Mate Novels & Stories

"I understand, darling. But, we don't even have to leave again. We don't ever have to leave." Clearing her throats, she stood up and sat beside me. " Do you know what a soulmate is, darling?" I shook my head and look at her beautiful ruby red eyes. "It refers to the other half of your heart, Marco. A person who will love you and care for you forever. They will be your friend, your family, your love and by your side until the end of time." "Was father your mate?" My question made my mother flinched and she shook her head though she smiled sadly.

“Finding your mate is a blessing. It is as if the missing piece of your soul – the one you even did not know was missing – snaps into place!” I glanced towards my parents. My dad was now standing with my mom, his hand snaked around her waist, and they were laughing and talking merrily to other early risers. But I remember all the struggles that my mom had gone through. And it was all because she was the fated mate of my father! She does not know but I remember it well. I remember it all, what had happened, and why it had happened. And for that reason, I do wish to find my mate. If having a mate is like finding a missing part of my soul, I think I will live with what I have, happily and succe

My dearest Hazel... By now you are a young woman, full of dreams and your heart still searching, for more to recieve. I do hope that by the time you read this letter, every bit of desire I had for your life, has come to pass. I hope that you are happy and in love. I hope that you are finally at that point in your life, where you know that your decisions matter, your voice matters. I hope that finally you and Roman have realised that you two, are soulmates.

I picked up my pen and started scribbling on that piece of paper. "I do believe in soulmates, and also believe that you cannot find them overnight. I believe that compatibility between two individuals will never exist. You have to make a soul mate over the years through a companionship that passes through agreement, disagreement, adjustment and forgiving each other and finally accepting them as they are. I believe we have to make our soulmates, not find them!!" I smiled at my own words thinking that this might sound funny when you don't even know what actual love is. I smiled at my foolishness but not wanting to throw away that piece of paper I stuffed it inside that book and closed it.

I closed my eyes, savoring the moment of connection between us. "Will you be my mate ?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. My heart skipped a beat as I looked into his eyes. "Mate, you mean soulmate?" I asked, feeling a rush of emotions flood through me. "Yes, my soulmate, my Luna." I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

He spoke of his struggles, and his journey from outsider to champion, all fueled by his unwavering devotion to me, his little goddess. "You are the light that guides me through the darkness," he wrote, his words a balm to my weary soul. "The beacon of hope that fuels my every endeavour." As I read on, tears welled in my eyes, a silent testament to the depth of my emotions. "Though the path ahead may be fraught with peril," he vowed, "know that I will always stand by your side." With a trembling hand, I reached the final lines of his letter, my heart overflowing with love and gratitude. "I'm proud of you, my Mate," I whispered, the words a mantra of affirmation and pride.

I stared at the envelope, then tore it open, my eyes locking on the familiar handwriting. When I opened the letter, my chest tightened as anger, betrayal, and a sharp ache of longing crashed into me all at once. "Lior, I… I hope you can forgive me. I’ve found my mate—someone I can’t walk away from. At the party I stayed away from him but the pull toward a fated is something I can't deny ,I hope you find your mate too, someone who makes you whole, because you deserve it. i can't bring my self to tell you .

“Your soulmate is human.” I don’t trust this man, I’m not going to tell him about Jayden, no way in hell.

When Logan's mom looks at me like that, I'm not given much of choice but to answer her earnestly. With my eyes still on the table, I speak. "I guess..." I hesitate before pouring out my heart. "I'm not actively searching for a partner, but I would like them to be friendly, charming, and loyal. Someone who is just more. More than a partner. I want them to be a soulmate." I lift my eyes when I realize the room has gone silent. Mrs. Smith is staring at me, but what gets me is the fact Logan isn't glaring at me. He looks thoughtful.

Then I whispered: “That I’m tired of being worshipped if it means losing the one person who loved me when I was just… me. That maybe being ordinary with someone who truly sees me is better than being a goddess alone.” Tears streamed down my face as I said it. That night, I wrote Liam the longest letter yet. I poured everything into it — my fears, my hopes, my love, my ongoing struggle. I didn’t beg him to take me back. I simply told him the truth about where I was in my journey. His reply came six days later. It was the longest message he had sent me since I arrived.