Soul Tie But Ours Unfolded Novelas e Histórias

Deeper. “And I swear,” he said, his voice suddenly carrying the weight of an oath, “by the Moon Goddess and the names of my ancestors... I will fight for you. And I will come to you.” Our hands touched. And for a moment, something pulsed—not in my skin, but in a place beyond flesh. A thread, invisible but unbreakable, tied our souls together. And then— “DON’T TOUCH WHAT’S MINE!”

, Melody asked with concern she didn’t want to keep Niya as a slave near Adam to keep him blessed she wanted both of them to have a blessed life. The monk smiled, “Adam will find his soulmate by himself that day he won’t need to bound Niya forcefully with himself”. Melody was confused, “So Niya isn’t his soulmate”. The monk smiled closed his eyes and said, “These things are set by the heavens and only heavens will answer your questions when the time comes. It’s getting dark you should go back right now or stay for night. It isn’t safe to travel at night”, then he stood up to leave.

"You kissed me already. Do you kiss strangers too?" Her cheeks flushed pink. "You reciprocated the kiss too. I remember quite well." I broke the embrace reluctantly, though I kept my hands on her shoulders. Being this close to her was intoxicating, but I needed to focus. There were still too many unknowns, too many threats circling around her. "In the spirit of reciprocation," I said, "would you perhaps want to enter a soul tie with me?" I watched her expression carefully as the words sank in. A soul tie wasn't something to propose lightly. It was a binding that went deeper than marriage, deeper than any human connection. It would link our souls together in ways that couldn't be undone.

I roll onto my feet and scan, having no proper sense of which direction they may have gone. I tap into the strange sense I have for her. The same sense that brings us together in every single life. It’s like a small find thread tying our souls to each other in a sick way, our fates so tied up in each other’s demise. All I have to do is gently give that string a tug, and it’s as if it tightens, dragging me to where she is.

“Breathless… unbreakable… ours.” Elara smiled through tears of joy, pulse racing, silver sparks dancing like living flame across their entwined fingers. “Always,” she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of eternity. The bond flowed freely now—limitless, unshakable—a declaration of love, passion, trust, and unity that would outlive them both.

Zander, The future is never promised, but this I promise to you, until my last breath, I am yours. My body, mind, and soul. Each link signifies our connection to each other that can never be broken. Even if we aren’t together, I believe we are meant to be together at some point in time because our souls are joined. I love you, Z. Izzy

“What happened to him?” He stared down at me. “What the hell happened to Rapheal?” Throwing me off with a kick, he dusted his shoe and hissed. “You are twisting the fate of the heavens.” I blinked. “What?” “You have a soul tie with him.” I felt my blood freeze. I had a soul tie with Rapheal? A man I had never slept with. “That's impossible.” I countered. “And that's what's happening.” He retorted coldly. “I have never seen a missionier with a soul tie without getting intimate.”

“WELL, WELL, WELL—I'M GOING TO BE CHOOSING THE BEST COUPLE FOR TONIGHT’S SHOW TO COME GIVE US SOME SMOOOOTH MOVES.” This. This is what life outside Michael’s world feels like. I feel like I’ve been in chains for years. Even though I’m not completely free yet, nothing compares to this sense of liberation. “I SEE THEM! EVERYONE, MAKE WAY FOR THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DAMSEL IN L.A, THE LADY IN THE SHINY RED DRESS AND HER MAN IN A BLACK SUIT!!!” I turned around in search of the couple, but immediately froze the moment the light dropped on us.

At his mercy. This is wrong. This is fvcking wrong! How can our bodies have such a connection when we are not even each other's fated mate? How can my whole body quiver for him at the expense of the right thing? This is forbidden! It is a desire I must lock up. But yet, it is the most amazing thing to ever happen to me. Heck, my damn body is a traitōr! and fate is so cruel! Just as Nathan is about to take another step, the door suddenly opens and Liam bursts in.

But to me, all his words belonged to a past life. Had he truly wished to be with me, he wouldn't have tied me up and discarded me in the middle of nowhere after my artificial kidney caused a rejection. He was only saying all this now because he had failed. Then, he produced a paring knife and stabbed it into his abdomen. Crimson blood stained his white coat, stark and vivid. He slowly collapsed, face down, and his grip on the knife gradually loosened. "I was wrong, Cassidy…" Blood trickled down the corners of his lips when he opened his mouth.