My Ex Was My Soulmate Novels & Stories

Adrian looked at her with an expression so unbearably tender it physically hurt. “You know what scares me?” “What?” “That I almost lost the chance to become this version of us.” God. Her eyes burned immediately. Because yes— they came terrifyingly close to ending permanently once. One wrong decision. One less attempt at healing. And none of this would exist. Elena moved closer instinctively until she rested against him beneath the blanket. “You know what I realized recently?” “What?” “I don’t think soulmates are people who magically fit perfectly.” Silence. “I think they’re people who keep finding their way back to each other.”

I traded my life three years ago to pay for my mother's cancer treatments. I thought if I was good enough, he would love me, but tonight I realized I was just a placeholder for a woman who was long gone. I had become a ghost in my own home. I was a partner in a business deal, masked as a wife. I had spent years being the perfect, silent wife while he built his empire, and he didn't even know who he was fucking in the dark. The room was silent except for Blake's steady breathing. I reached for my phone on the

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:

"I've always wanted to spend time with any of my exes. Turns out you're the only one" "So you want to bond with your ex? ", she said "No. I already bonded with my ex ". "So you're trying out other women". "None of them is as good as you". "Have you tried any of them in bed? " "Emily". God, that was extreme. "I'm sorry, I just... ". "I shouldn't have talked about exes". "You made me feel as I couldn't meet with other people because... ". "Don't mind me. I believe you can leave any man awestruck. I haven't even recovered yet".

We've traveled the world together, raised a family, and created a beautiful life together. Our love story wasn't always easy, but it was worth every moment. Dale is my soul mate, my partner, and my best friend. And I know that as long as we have each other, we'll always find our way back to happiness.

“It’s just out of my mind why someone like you clicked on my profile when my own fated mate cursed out loud after seeing me. I am five feet eight inches, an English teacher, kind of a nerd, and my idea of a wild Friday night is binge-watching nature documentaries with my cat. My ex couldn’t spend even a week with me and opted for rejection. Her complaint was: I wasn’t a man enough, too soft, too boring.” After waiting for his soulmate for his entire life, Maddox only faced disappointment at the end of his long dream. It shattered my heart as his messages kept coming in a nervous, breathless flurry.

He says and smiles. “Zara, I always felt protective of you when we were children. And I have realized that even though life went on, I never really felt happy. I always missed a piece of my soul and heart in the years you were gone. Zara, you are my happiness, growing up, I heard others talk about the matebond, but it wasn’t before I saw you stand there in the forest that I understood what it means when they say they found the other part of their soul. You are my best friend, my mate, my soulmate, and now I will make you my wife, and soon you will be the mother of our first pup and all the others we are going to have.” I hear soft laughter at the last part, and I smile.

she says nervously. I raise my eyebrow, “Because we had sex?” She nods, “Sex is a very intimate experience. So when soulmates take that step it tends to bring our souls closer together. But marking our soulmates completes the bond entirely. Once it’s completed we would always feel what each other feels, always be able to find one another, and can even speak telepathically. We would be one, mind, body, and soul.”

But for now I was going to let it sink in. Once upon a time I believed Craig was my soulmate, he was just so perfect, he was everything I was looking for in my soulmate. I’d imagine what our kids would look like, where we’d stay and then Carson and I started connecting and the thoughts of Craig and I being together faded.

She wasn’t just a wife to him; she was his soulmate. The softness to his voice and the pain I could see in those blue eyes as he talked about losing her and his wolf. No wonder this man hasn’t dated since her death. How the fuck could anyone compare to that? What woman could measure up to a soulmate? I don’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell.