Soul Tie But Ours Unfolded Novels & Stories

And that hand belonged to the man who owned me. Body. Soul. And every dark, bloody piece in between. We flew on. Into the dawn. Into the end.

“It means that you and I… we were meant to be together. It’s a connection that’s unbreakable, a bond that ties our souls together.” My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt a surge of panic rising in my throat. This was too much, too intense. I barely understood what he was saying, yet a part of me—a part that I didn’t want to acknowledge—felt an undeniable truth in his words. “And Kaycen?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Kaivan’s eyes darkened, and he nodded slowly. “Yes. Him too.” I pulled my hand from his, stepping back as my mind reeled. “But… how? How can I be connected to both of you? That doesn’t make any sense!”

It resonated with a profound truth, a declaration that our fates were now irrevocably entangled in the cosmic dance. As the cosmic symphony played on, the magnetic pull between us grew stronger. In the peaceful silence of the cosmic tapestry, our hands reached for one another, bridging the gap between two souls bound by a cosmic connection. The nexus, once a guide through the intricacies of destiny, now bore witness to the unfolding romance that transcended the boundaries of space and time.

Liam kept asking as he helped her up. “I am fine” he frail voice replied; “If you can spare me a dollar so I could get my daughter and I our dinner tonight” Her words of plea floated into his ears. He felt empathy and took out his wallet. Without even counting to check how much, he folded everything into the old lady’s palm. A smile etched on the old lady’s face. Her eyes lit up gleefully. One would barely notice the smile because of how folded the skin on her face was, the wrinkles and the white hairs that sparkled under the light.

"That has been on my mind, but we are low on money. The promise the government told us has–" "Not been fulfilled?" Olivia asked bringing out a white envelope. "Yea, I have tried writing emails and all sorts, but no answer." Then she looked at Olivia's hand and caught the mysterious smile she had curved on her brown lips. "What is it? Why are you smiling like that, Olivia?" "Have this." Madeline didn't take it, keeping her eyes on her best friend. "Stop looking at me as if I have planned your kidnapping. Take it!" "Ok. Ok." She collected the letter, opened it and read through it. "A new job?"

[ Sophia ] Evening rolled on but there was no sign of Daniel.I tried reaching him through phone but it directly went on voice-mail.I never felt like this before,defeated,hopeless and heart broken.I betrayed him in the worst way whreas he opened his life to me like an open book.

Maybe it's because I faced my biggest fear and somehow none of that matters anymore; only two people's pleasure in each other does. Alex comes to stand in front of me and holds out his hand. I take it and let him guide me to the platform in the middle, where he motions me to sit. He sinks down next to me on the comfortable throw and I notice that he has removed his socks and shoes and rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt. The silver tie he was wearing earlier in a loose knot is now unravelled, hanging across the back of his neck and over his chest. "Olivia, what is your safeword?" Domly Alex is back.

Me… Me… I. “Come on Abby. You can't lie there all day,” Ashley said as she stroked my hair. “We need to get ready for the funeral.” I didn't forget that Kelvin and Tiffany were to be buried by noon. But I lay on the couch and covered myself with a blanket, hoping that if I didn't go to the funeral, they might somehow come back to life. But as I saw Ashley in my black gown and dark shades, I remembered that Tiffany was her best friend. I wasn't the only one who lost someone on the blood moon. Tiffany and Kelvin’s deaths affected too many people.

Spiralling. That is all I seem to be able to do. I come undone like the stitches I have just sewn, the threadbare sanity pushing me to do this, something I would never have done on my own accord. I stand there, the loose fabric already falling to the floor, because he is here, and I shouldn't open the door. I can't. He stares at me, eyes darker than the night, darker than they say his soul is supposed to be. A smooth set jaw, a stony expression, and a wristwatch that could buy my whole shop.

The jittery nerves returned, singeing me from under my skin. “What if I slipped up? I don’t understand that much but I know you’re going down with me if they find out I’m a fraud.” His large hand tightened over mine. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.” The words rang inside my head like a promise of the past. A weird feeling churned at the pit of my stomach. Like I’ve been burned from it all before. I already knew it wasn’t going to be pretty. ~~~