Sarcastic Soulmate Novels & Stories

" Thunder's guess made me just beat lazily They looked surprised "I'm not Ruth I'm just having fun with my soulmate so ignore about the scent that you guys are bothering about for now and better focus on what I remember to say" I said and they immediately obeyed what I said maybe seen from the look on their face they were a little distracted by the scent from my body their faces turned red "I really can't stand it, it seems I have to go back to wentira and meet my soulmate" said Simon but I immediately looked at him with a sharp gaze but before I cast a curse for him Brenda immediately stopped him.

She resumed in scolding me, but my mind wandered elsewhere. It was easy for her to accept all of this. My older brother, who is also her boyfriend, is also her mate. They’ve been in love since high school. It wasn’t so hard to accept the mate bond when it was the person you were in love to begin with. I, on the other hand, will probably be mated with a complete stranger, which terrifies and irks me at the same degree. I shook my head and groaned, “This is a disaster. I can’t do it.”

“Good. Now imagine that but on steroids. And crack. And more steroids. And maybe mixed with a fever dream no one asked for. That’s a mate.” I blinked. “So… a soulmate?” She shook her head. “No darling, soulmate is soft. Cute. Romantic. Mate is… violent destiny. Mate is permanent. Mate is stick-to-you-like-glue energy. Mate is ‘if you die, I die’ nonsense. Mate is a cosmic marriage contract signed with magical blood and no human consent form.” I stared at her. She stared back. “That sounds like kidnapping with extra toppings,” I said. “Welcome to the supernatural world,” she replied.

She shouted "shit, its burned out" "What?? Your heart or my love? " Rakesh said so. "It's fish frying pan!" while tapping on her forehead. "If we could not quench our hunger, both of our love and hearts will burn out" she said sarcastically. "It's Good, at least we would be called mates in hunger times" Rakesh started packing his violin in black case the way any mother was treated, her child carefully with love. Payal was reading his sad face silently as some kid is sad after his toy.

Micky laughs. - She hates cutting her nails. – and winks at the 2 mates. They all laugh and hug each other like the true mates they are. Kat, Alex and Micky's love is true love. They will still and forever be... the perfect soulmates. The end

] I stared at the message, feeling… nothing. If anything, I almost laughed. She thought she'd taken a wedding dress, my man, and the title of Mrs. Knight. But all she had really taken was trash I'd already thrown out. Slowly, I wrote back, [It's yours. No thanks needed. You two pathetic cheaters truly deserve each other. I wish you a lifetime together.] - Once everything was wrapped up, Arnold and I got on a plane to the neighboring state. My parents owned a private rehab clinic there—it was quiet, secure, perfect for recovery.

After a while, she let go of my hand and lay back in her chair with her eyes closed. "I can understand your worries now." She says with a smile. You both have a special connection between you... Like a soulmate." My eyes widen "Soulmate! We're not romantically involved..." "A soulmate is someone with whom you feel an intricate sense of connection and compatibility not always romantic or sexual, don't be silly!" "I see..." She opens her eyes and looks at me. "Your friend is not the fragile girl you're parading her to be, Sif..." Caught in a lie, I smile awkwardly.

I argue. "Me? Take advantage of... of your? How did it happen, and when was it?" He asked, stuttering. "You know what I mean? I'll hunt you down, Mister Handsome, so stop fooling around." I make a false threat while pointing at Arthur. "You can't haunt me, pumpkin, because I am your soulmate, and hunting your soulmate is the same as hunting yourself." He said it with a smile. I rolled my eyes at him sarcastically. "Perhaps my soulmate died... I'm not sure, and are you sure I even have a soul to begin with?"

He looked away for a second, as if trying to control an emotion far stronger than just anger. "You must be happy, huh?" he said, voice cold and heavy. "Two mates. One soulmate on each side. And from the looks of it, you and Icarus are getting along real well." Oh, so that’s what this was? The possessive wolf couldn’t handle the competition? I couldn’t help myself. "Actually, we are," I said, tilting my head sweetly. "Icarus is a great guy. Strong, funny, and respectful." I let the word hang, savoring the jab. "And yes, I’m really happy to have a mate like him."