Sarcastic Soulmate Novels & Stories

I ask Matilda, smiling softly. Awww, is this true love? "I-i...I don't know." I stutter out. I quickly wore all my clothing on and sat on the floor thinking. What if he's our second chance soulmate? Matilda asks and shook my head in disbelief. "That can't be though. That's rare for any wolf to earn that." I explain. Which was all true in my world. Barely anyone can escape from their mates. Even if it's from force. I'm pretty sure we do, even after we have been through

If to hug her back or tell her to stop crying, "What was it you wanted to tell me?" "We are soulmates." She blurted. I put my hands on her and pulled her away from me, staring at her tear-stained face to see any signs of a joke and silently waiting for her to laugh, "That's a bad joke, Amara." "I am not joking." She smiled wiping her face, "We are paired together. Me and you? Soulmates, together forever. Grump and sunshine." Her smile seemed genuine but she had to be playing a prank on me and if it was true, the universe had a way of throwing sick jokes at me. Either she was lying to make me let my guard down and win me over as she did with everyone around her or I was unfortunate to be pair

He tucks a tendril of hair behind my ear, then leans in to whisper, "Baby, I get your point. I just don't like your point. I mean, I hate space. Fuck space! What the fuck is space even when we have a love like ours? Strong like ours? A connection like ours? You might have a boyfriend but your soul and mine, they are connected... You know what that makes us? " he bites my neck gently. "Soulmates."

Aidan snorted. He brought himself under control and faced Aidan again. “I know what you’re trying to say, but it’s impossible.” “Isn’t it? But you have all the signs,” Aidan said. “I was born. I’ve never had a soul; therefore, a soulmate is impossible.” “Okay. So you really wouldn’t mind if I headed to that motel and took her somewhere you’ll never see her again? She’s so hot—after what I felt from her when you two were at it, I might even try a little—”

I hope that when this is all said and done, you can get back to being friends with them. ‘The technical definition of a mate is someone who holds the other half of your soul. Humans call it soulmates but to the bears, it is so much stronger. It’s a craving like no other. You can’t breathe without them. Food loses its taste. Sounds are dull and colors are dim. All you can think about is being close to them.’

“What? Do you expect me to just stand there and allow you to hit me?” I rolled my eyes, “Whatever, prick. Go back to your table and be happy with your stupid braised steak.” “I don’t want to,” he tapped his fingers on the board. “I want to sit here. With my mate.” I shot him a glare and clicked my tongue in frustration, “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t wanna be your stupid little slave?” He raised a brow, “Slave? What are you talking about?” “Mates. Soulmates. Whatever. Are you kidding me? How can an assassin like me have a soulmate who is exactly my victim?”

"Soulmates are those that we've known many lifetimes, have had many karmic contracts with, and with whom we have resolved conflicts. Marriage partners may or may not be soul mates, though they will be a soul contract. With true soul mates, there is no struggle. What's left is love. "– Karen M. Black

"I think that's a good idea." Sarcastically, I drawl, "Thanks, I thought it up all on my own." "Hey, if I'm going to be a control freak, the least I could do is convince you to get closer to your soulmate, right? If I don't, then I lost complete control of my life, my friendships, and my body at sixteen for nothing." I pull off the curb and make a U-turn. "Trust me, most of your interferences are appreciated. Harvey might have never told me we were mates to spare me from whatever he thinks I need to be spared from."

He spoke slowly as if being careful with his words and waited expectantly for my reply. Now I understood what he meant. While I did not really believe in soulmates, I had read a little about them in novels and poetries. I scoffed, taking a step back, "Soulmates? That is highly unlikely". "Why?" He closed the distance again. I peered at him, "Well, because you are...a vampire and I am a human and...if we were soulmates I don't think you would be treating me in this way". The bitterness in my tone leaked. I got balled my fists, my nails digging into my palms. His cold finger hooked under my chin again and compelled me to look at him, "My lady, had you not been my soulmate, I would have not hav

They tell me how worthless I am and how I am fat, and I will never find my mate, and if I do then he will reject me because nobody would ever want to be with someone who is a short, fat useless she-wolf who doesn’t even have a wolf. I’m not fat really, I’m on the shorter side maybe like four nine and I have long dark brown hair with a tint of red in it and I have green eyes and I have curves. My best friend Sarah tells me all the time how she wishes she had my curves. She always tells me how I have the best curves and any man would be lucky to have me. But here I am getting ready for another glorious day at my wonderful high school full all my wonderful friends. Can you hear the sarcasm in m