Seriously Souled Novels & Stories

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

cute. When I arrived at her place, people were already starting to arrive. Colorful lights were flashing everywhere and loud party music was blasting. She told me she wanted to do a “Euphoria” inspired party. “Happy birthday, my soulmate!” I screamed when I saw her, she ran towards me and I gave her a tight hug! “Ugh, I love you my main bitch.” She said and lightly smacked my butt. I handed her the paper bag I was holding containing my gift for her. “What’s this? Thank you so much!”

and she tightened her grip on my arm. He looked directly at me as he spoke again with his gritty voice, “There is cancer in your town, and it needs to be uprooted... I will uproot it for you.” I caught Blake staring at me, his fists were clenched, and his jaw was tightened. I knew he was fighting the urge to lunge toward Gordon, so I gave him a little nod and he looked away. ****

Sarah who had stood from her seat stepped forward so she was standing chest to chest with Asher now. "Listen to me carefully." She purred placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're precious woman is in much deeper than you could even begin to imagine." Impossible. Everything coming out of this woman's mouth was just her own delusion, it had to be. The thought kept Asher grounded as he tried to process everything. "You're just trying to screw with my head." He insisted trying to keep his voice confident, but try as he might the doubt he was feeling bled through.

I was there when it was formed by two loves, and I was there when it was broken by the same two. The Soulmate Covenant The Covenant is not to be taken lightly. It is as important as the air you breathe, the skin you live in. The Covenant has been around for millennia… among the cavemen and women, among the pilgrims, among the Indians. The Soulmate Covenant is the connection of two souls, the bridging of differences in the name of love, peace, and harmony.

I'm a fairly brave person, I am, but sometimes I just didn't wanted to feel the process of recovery all over again. I knew I had to wake up feeling okay in the morning. I would, but it was simply a level of worn-out-ness that hurts. But I knew I wasn't tired physically. It was the mind and soul that needed rest. "Your majesty! Are you even listening?" Of course I wasn't listening. "We'll move next to uh, maybe the land of the dead. Or the fire, hell place you said."

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

"What the hell! Ezra. Go to your house and break every damn door in your house." " you know iam being serious Fay if you don't open your Damn fucking door right now, iam gonna break it down and get you." "Do whatever you want to Ezra, if my mom finds out who broke down her precious door then your dumb ass will be dead," I yelled knowing this will waver him but Nah, Ezra is Ezra and he never listens and he never backs down from anything. " Do you think using your mom's name will waver me, baby girl? Hmm? " I can hear his smirk and smug smile from his deep ass voice. Who can resist Ezra's charms?

There was no note, just a passage underlined in Kieran’s sharp, clinical ink: “The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.” And tucked into the pages was a small, gold-plated key. It didn't look like a house key. it looked like the key to a jewelry box. Or a cage. "He's playing philosopher now," Lucian spat, his lip curling in disgust. "He’s trying to get inside your head, Sera. He’s trying to tell you that no matter how much you 'rebuild,' your soul is still 'dyed' with the ten years you spent with him."

Ava stood glued to my arm, wide-eyed, breathing like she’d just run a marathon. The words that she had said some minutes back were still ringing in my head like a broken record. “This is soul-rot.” I blinked. Ava blinked. Even the walls blinked. “Soul… what now?” I said, because surely she didn’t just say rot. ROT?? “Soul-rot,” she repeated, slower, like she was explaining bedtime stories to a toddler. “A poison that kills the spirit before the body.” I swear I had never heard a word that sounded so dangerous. I knew what that was. And I knew how dangerous it was because why wouldn’t I have known when the only thing my father did was study all those weird things.