My Ex Was My Soulmate Novels & Stories

They didn’t say anything at first. Then the fierce one muttered, “You look like someone who used to be rich.” That made me snort. “I used to be married to someone rich, if that counts.” The headphone girl cracked a smile. “So what happened?” the nail-picker asked. “Did you get dumped?” “No,” I said. “I left.” “Why?” “Because I realized being safe and being loved aren’t always the same thing.” That made them all pause. Green-eyes tilted her head. “You gonna give us pep talks every week?”

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?

"Mr. Greenwood, I do." Arnold's eyes were wet as he gripped my hand tight, as if he were holding the whole world. He slid the ring onto my finger, then bent down and kissed me—soft, slow, full of love. Behind us, Bailey's cries tore through the air. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. I changed my course and ran toward my love and my new future. The sun was warm, the sea breeze gentle. And I knew that this time, I married my soul mate.

His heart, his very pulse, stopped coldly. Eliana. His ex-girlfriend. Or more accurately his ruin. The woman who had once held his trust, his heart, his dreams, and had shattered all three without a second thought. The woman who had not only left him but dragged his career into the dirt on her way out. Because of her, he had lost everything once. His name. His peace. His family. And now years later, she dared to stand here in front of him, in his company. Her audacity!

"And it's strange. Is it bad? If someday you get bored of me, what will happen to me?" "That will never happen," he says. "Eva, now that you know the truth about what I am, I want to tell you something." He sits up and starts getting dressed. I do the same because I'm curious about what he'll say. I hope it's not something bad. I'm tired of bad news lately. "What's wrong? Is it something bad?" "It depends on how you see it. For me, it's very good," he smiles. "Every wolf has their she-wolf. Their soulmate. The person they were destined for. You are my soulmate, Eva, my mate."

He then raised his head and leaned back, his face was darkened with shadows of the past. “But your firm belief on mate-bond has proved you right, Maddox. A soulmate is indeed a person who can cut your chest open and soften your heart, staying by your side no matter what. I wish to have a precious soulmate like Shyla, Maddox. Don’t beat yourself for the past and just focus on finding Davina’s killer for closure.” Hayden expressed his heartfelt emotions, shattering the walls of awkwardness between us. I felt more comfortable sharing my worries with him like in the past.

Victor says as he stops and looks at me. "There is something different about you. Why does it look like you have become younger? This is because you have a younger wife. She does not deserve an older man like you. She deserves somebody as young as she is. I do not know what is wrong with you, and I do not want to know. All I want to know is, why don't you leave my Bonita alone? Why don't you send her back to her pack where she belongs? Why don't you send her to me? I am her true mate. You do not deserve somebody like Bonita. She is so special. She's always been stronger and faster than everyone I've ever known. And I could not help but admire her when she fights. She belongs by my side. She

"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.

She was sort of my soul mate. Yes that is her!!! We understand each other blindly and we have an incredibly strong bond with each other. She always gets my full attention when we are in the same room together and I always try to accommodate her needs. If she's happy, so am I, and if she's not, I'll try my best to change it, like tonight. The chemistry between Josie and I is also right, we even have the same sense of humor and I can laugh with her at the dumbest jokes like no other person. Josie manages to see my world with different eyes and she shows me a new way, her way. I am not perfect. Absolutely not. I've had so many women and no one has been able to see inside me. I hurt many, no mos

"You don't know..the sparks, our soul connects to each other, the way you perk up whenever you are with me and the way you feel when I'm close. You're my soulmate." The next few minutes passed without me not uttering a word. He's my mate, a hunter, my soulmate. How is that even possible?. I read books about the supernatural, having someone who the moon goddess assigned to, but never in my life will I think I will be a victim. It started falling into places, the reason why Wendy wanted to kill me.