Soul Funny Novels & Stories

So I replied to her, "Okay ma'am" She got mad at me, "Please stop calling me ma'am". So I laughed and said, "ok Ira. By the way, when you're going to find someone who will do this taking care of things for you." "You know what, I am also searching for my soul but my soul is far away from me. Actually, my soul is playing hide and seek with me." she smiled and started her way toward the lift.

“You hesitated. And now the soul is lost to the Wraiths.” The voices rose again, overlapping in fury. Avery clenched their fists. “I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to die, or to be—whatever the hell I am now. If you want soldiers, maybe don’t drag people off the street and expect them to kill on command.” The hall went dead silent. The reaper beside them swore softly under their breath. Then the central figure laughed. Not kindly. Not cruelly. Just amused. “Defiant,” the chorus murmured. “Unbroken. Interesting.”

Maybe this guy is a quack? Deciding to see what he says, I click on it and the response pops up. It reads, "You can't out run it. It loves games, especially hide and seek so whatever you do, don't try to hide. When she catches you, she will make sure that you and your soul will never be seen again." Hitting respond, I email him back. "My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?"

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

“ your personality also changed overnight that doesn’t mean that your body has another soul inside it. that isn’t possible” Enola smiled and shook her head in disappointment pissing john’s off “ WHY. ARE. YOU . LAUGHING” “ who said it’s not possible. Sandra’s soul getting switched with another”

Aunty please give phone to your daughter I want to talk to her Soha gives phone to sukoon and whispered in her ear if you say something that will not good for you. Sukoon while looking at some takes the phone in her hands and said "Hello" Sukoon that was a bad joke, I will see you tonight I promise after today's night you unable to walk properly at least for a month saying that he cuts the call leaving sukoon in shock After call gets cut without any delay soha slapped sukoon on her cheek.she asked what was that sukoon? Mom I am not ready for this I can't do this

My soul doesn’t feel any lighter. XXX

Carter looks at me, concerned that I am having some kind of mental breakdown. “What’s so funny?” he asks, taking my hands in his and I shake my head, biting my lip to control myself. “I wonder if I will sprout fur and start howling at the full moon and start using my foot to scratch behind my ear.” I say, breaking into a fit of laughter, but he doesn’t laugh with me. He looks at me with his eyebrows furrowed and he looks deep in thought. “Maybe, you have been marked by the Lycan King after all.” Well, that did it. I stopped laughing. My eyes going wide, and I’m pretty sure my eyebrows have just hit the ceiling.

"I'll be asking the questions here. You don't deserve to know anything! You stupid little bitch!" I don't have the capability to scream, shout or even cry. I sigh with exhaustion. "Just do it already! Why are you playing it out? I'm going to die, we both know that. Just do it already. It's getting kind of boring." Soul looks at me stumped and shocked, before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Now, I didn't expect that from such a weak little whore like you! I expected you to beg for your life!" He slowly starts to calm down.

“This is the song of my soul. It’s about a man who lost his vineyard and his dignity in the same week.” “Your soul is currently seventy percent gin,” Ron points out from his corner of the velvet couch. “My soul is a temple of fine spirits, Ronan. It’s what makes me relatable to the masses.” Julian clutches the microphone like a lifeline as the opening notes swell. “Now shut up and feel the pathos of the Mediterranean.”