Novel & Cerita Red String Soulmate

' I went back to my room, my thoughts in chaos, and sat heavily on my bed. 'Kelly and Sexy Red are completely different people. Different personalities, different styles, different everything.' But even as I thought it, memories started surfacing. Little things I'd noticed but dismissed. Coincidences I'd ignored. The elbows. I'd noticed early on that Sexy Red had distinctive elbows—smooth, with a particular contour. I'd studied them because I'd been so obsessed with figuring out her identity. And Kelly had the same elbows. Identical. 'Lots of people might have similar elbows,' I told myself. 'That doesn't mean anything.'

When he realizes what I’m staring at his eyes darken swirling with a glowing red showing that his wolf is close to the surface. Shit, shit, shit, my eyes widen as realization tries to sink in again. His eyes are swirling with glowing red not the cooling aqua like my William’s did when Wayne was trying to come through, but Westley wolf ….. oh gosh no ….. his wolf had glowing red eyes. I closed my eyes cursing myself for allowing this to happen trying to get my mind straight so I can figure out how to stop this hallucination and hoping I haven’t completely lost a chance to be with my mate.

"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.

Introducing her what the real passion would be with a real man like him. And it's a night, Their souls intertwined with each other in sensuous serendipity in a smoldering ecstasy as their hearts were drunk with the love and lust they had for each other. Just like how waves were never-ending, their pleasure has no end. In the end, she was marked by him on every inch of her skin, with little evidence. And his wide and broad back… was painted with her scratches like a seashore which get wetter with every new falling wave, while leaving some sea treasures. When they were done, he cuddled with her and slept with a blanket covering their naked souls.

My instincts told me to fight, to protect myself, but something about the way he looked at me made my heart stutter in my chest. I shouldn't feel this way. He’s a stranger. But then, I felt it—the bond. The recognition, undeniable and raw. My chest tightened as my wolf growled in response. And then, in unison, we both whispered the word that would change everything. “Mate.” The word hung in the air, thick with the weight of destiny. It was like the world had gone silent around us, and all that was left was the connection between us. The bond was so strong, so suffocating, that I felt dizzy, overwhelmed. It was pulling me towards him, wrapping around me like a thousand chains, dragging me int

I grabbed my mate’s hand for moral support but also so that I could share my gift with her if she wanted to see it. ‘Do you want to see what it looks like if my gift works on someone,’ I asked her. ‘Hell yes!’ she said immediately. I chuckled through the link with her enthusiasm. She was my breath of fresh air and was exactly what I needed in life. I was incredibly proud to be her mate. My gift funneled into her, and I knew from her internal gasp the exact moment it opened up to her. Solana’s vines were darker than I expected. There were varying shades of color depending on the person’s soul. Her snippets showed how fucking twisted she actually was.

I stood there, rooted to the spot with his words still ringing in my ears and my heart racing as if I’d been running for no good reason. As I watched him disappear into the shadows, an unfamiliar ache settled in my chest, a hollow, lonely feeling that made no sense. Damon’s anger shouldn’t matter to me. And yet… I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to ease the strange sensation, but it was there still, taunting me with questions I didn’t want to answer. Was this… was he...could he be my true mate? I shook my head, trying to dispel the thought. It was ridiculous. Damon was Kane’s Beta, his right hand.

The mare tossed her head, working up to something in a manner that was so human that he almost forgot that a unicorn stood before him. “I am your mate, Razl. I have been chosen as your mate before you turned for the first time. And yet till now, it had not been the right time to expose myself,” said the unicorn, Celeste. “But….” Said Razl,” I already have a mate…her name is Tourmaline…and I love her…she is the other half of my soul…” “Then why don’t you go and awake her, Razl?” asked Celeste with something which seemed to him like a smirk.

My soul has been reincarnated for decades,— I said without being able to believe what my mother was telling me. —Yes,— she looked at me. —Then, the other soul, my soulmate my MUSE, where is she, who is she? I love Hannia and don't care about soul fucking spells, witchcraft, or whatever, and only she will be my wife. —That's why I told you that destiny is sometimes capricious. Maxon's soulmate, the woman who had that other soul and is half-wolf and half-witch, is Alania Luna de Red Winter— said, my mother. At that moment, I got up from my seat and looked at them in shock.