Reckless Soul Novels & Stories

“It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery swallowed hard. Their hands shook as they reached toward the soul. Threads of light extended from their sigil, tangling gently around the corrupted form. The tether pulled, delicate but insistent. The soul resisted, writhing violently, and Avery felt it tug back like a living weight. “Steady,” Kael murmured. “It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery focused, teeth clenched, sweat stinging their eyes. The threads glowed brighter as the soul’s light flickered, pulsing with an unstable rhythm.

Even she knew that name. The reckless celebrity. Actor. Billionaire heir. Media disaster. A man who lived like consequences didn’t exist. Lena slowly closed the wallet. Her voice came out barely above a whisper. “I don’t take what isn’t mine.” She placed it exactly where she found it. And continued cleaning. Unaware that the owner of that name was still inside the room. The bathroom door opened suddenly. Lena froze. Slow footsteps. Then a voice — deep, rough, still carrying sleep and alcohol.

Jezebel savored his dirty thoughts as she whispered about how tight young Mary felt wrapped about his cock. Vows were meant to be broken, Jezebel whispered as the poor priest was in a frenzy of lust. Look at that hitchhiker ahead. Blonde. Young. A slut. Pick her up. She'll be more than thankful. "Dear Lord, deliver me from this sin," the priest groaned as he stared at the girl holding her thumb out as she walked down the highway. Eighteen and ripe for the plucking. Pull over and enjoy the slut. She wants it. Look at the way she's dressed.

Bri Beau blazed a trail over every inch of my body that burned down into my tattered heart, my soul, my very being. He was right this wasn’t fucking. Our souls were bared to one another, the one line held between us, which we knew we could not cross for our own sanity, and yet we continued to tease ourselves, egging on the other to make the first slip. These men and I were addicted to the dangerous game we played. One wrong move and our lives would be impossibly bound and tethered for the rest of our existence. But I couldn’t throw away this, this love. I would soak it up, and bathe in it, as selfish as it was. We deserved so much more.

Every damn night when she glided on stage, she was passion personified. Was the man blind? Couldn't he see he'd never find another woman like her, a more passionate woman? And why, oh why, did his words cut her so deeply? Holly knew Andrei despised her. He'd never hidden his disdain for her and her family. So when it was all said and done, last night was her own damn fault. She should have stayed home and put up with everyone's pity. She should never have gone to Crush, let alone run to Forrest Creek in the state she was in. But her biggest mistake was swiping right on Andrei's damn Hot Connexions profile. Now, he probably thought she wanted him when she simply wanted her penthouse back.

Sukhon aur dukhon wali Saari saugaton mein Sang tujhe rakhna hai Sang tujhe rakhna hai Tere sang rehna Meri duniya mein bhi Mere jazbaaton mein Teri milti nishani kahin Jo hai sabko dikhani kahin Mai toh jaanti hu marke bhi Mujhe aati hai nibhani kahin Woh hi karna hai jo hai kehna Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi. (O... I didn't find those spiritual eyes anyplace I didn't find that glowing face anyplace Neither I found those heartfelt talks Nor that fresh youthful attractiveness anyplace I roamed the whole world but I couldn't find anyone like You

This was their only option and it was going to be do or die. "Ready?" Summer asked taking a deep breath. Not waiting for a response she bolted as quickly as she could into oncoming traffic. The cars were spaced perfectly where she didn't need to stop and wait for one. "You okay?" Summer asked huffing as they reached the other side of the street. "You're insane." Asher huffed, his face had grown pale from Summer's reckless act. "Come on, we gotta keep going." Summer said beginning to run again.

They may have my blood in their hands, but the monster in me will be spilling more blood and destroying more lives. First, Lucy, then Cassidy...I'm no longer just a lost soul, I'm the devil incarnate.

The Wicked Witch stood tall as she came to the ruined Village. She looked everywhere, raising her staff with closed eyes to listen to the wandering souls around. She prepared herself, for the good, the bad and the worst. A month had passed since the massacre happened to the Village. It had been quite a long time since Calleb marked the young woman named Accashia. A month is enough for a pure soul to be tainted. To be filled with fear, remorse and regret. For if the soul hasn’t been harvested by the ram within the time of death — the soul becomes a ghoul. Wicked. Spiteful. Dark.

Ailee It has been a little over two years since I walked into the Reckless Renegades clubhouse looking for my father. In my wildest dreams could I have thought of all the changes in my life that have happened since that day. I am cancer free. I have my da in my life. I have gained more family members than I know what to do with but wouldn’t trade for anything in this world. I have an incredible, sexy as hell husband. We have two wonderful kids and are talking about adding a third.