Novel & Cerita Seriously Souled

“Just make sure you don't pressure my mate into fucking her. I don’t mind forcing you to make a soul pact just for extra assurance.” Soul pacts are utterly powerful and are said to transcend lifetimes and even all planes of existence. Virtually unbreakable, which would force anyone who takes it to abide by it. Mosley leans against the wall in a cocky supermodel pose, tucking his hands in his pockets. “I'm a gentleman, Jay. If I want to win, I’ll do it fair and square.” Olyon grunts and throws a few pieces of seeds into his mouth.” “What's that?” I ask him.

The sunken and tired Liam reached out to him, his arm’s skin decaying black. “If we put our souls together, we can be a true God.”

Soul states. I can't believe he's willing to take me on with all this baggage! A baby is a whole lot of stress! Exhausting, stressful, expensive baggage. "Soul. That's amazing to hear, but I do have a few worries. I'm scared to voice them. I don't want to start an argument." I bite my lip, worriedly. "We'll voice them! I'll try and help you through them." Soul says, stroking my cheek gently. I sigh, and decide now is as good a time as any. Bite the bullet Lizzie!

Nate shouted from behind, feeling both amused and sorry that things turned out the way it did. But who knows, on a day like this maybe her soul will finally be able to let go of the dead and look forward to creating lasting bonds with the living. ******************************

- Randall opened his eyes as he looked at the Egregious being then side looked at Priscilla. “This is what I’m good at, protecting the king I serve by all means.” Priscilla said, Randall then glanced at the Egregious being laying on the ground with Randall’s palm still on it’s face. “It can’t be help. Sometimes it hard to be a woman, giving all your Love to just one man. Love sometimes is… souls honoring souls which is sometimes cruel,” The Egregious being spoke. “Well, This sort of position is very tiring.”

My very soul. Would never be the same again.

Someone who has nothing to do with her. “I may not have the money and power you have, but your soul is empty, and that is what is eating you up. And of course, you cannot refute the fact that you and your parents are the most wicked souls that this planet has ever produced. You all deserve a trophy for being amazingly wicked!” I fire at her.

•••• •••• •••• •••• They both decided it'll be best to have separate rooms for now, Muhammad had said, "I'll wait for however long it takes for you to get comfortable with me but be warned, once you do, you won't be able to keep your hands off this hunk." They both bursted into laughter, "hunk is a muscular man, see your thin arms, no be only hunk, you that have the face of hulk."

"Go to sleep, Winnie. I promise that by the time you wake up, they will all be down in the depths of hell. Of course, if you want me to go down with them, I'll gladly do so, too." For some reason, I found that bitter voice to be quite familiar. It brought me right back to my high school days. So, I responded, "No. I want Finnie to live a good and long life…" Hot tears then splashed down onto my neck, like a seal on my skin.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.