Soul Touched Novels & Stories

This gesture touched Ayana deeply, strengthening the bond between them and reaffirming the depth of their connection. As she gently cupped Adam's face in her hands, Ayana's touch was more than just a physical gesture—it was a silent reassurance, a reminder that she was there for him, unwavering in her support and understanding. She hoped that her touch could offer him some comfort amidst the storm raging within him, serving as a beacon of solace in the darkness.

Ever so softly, his chest heaved up and down as he stepped closer to me. The first thing he touched was my heart region. His calloused palm slid over the chest region where my heart pounded for him. His forehead slowly lowered till it was pressed against mine as he closed his eyes. “I can hear it.” He murmured. “Your soul. It’s calling out to me. Here-” he took my own hand and placed it on his racing heart, “-listen.” I heard beautiful music tinkling in the back of my mind. It sounded familiar, and made me feel warm and complete. I gasped at the feeling.

It felt divine, not because of breaking the rules, but because they had a purpose with each other. How much fun it is to lose your breath by drowning in the sweetness, isn’t it? The same she was feeling by having him inside of her. She was blinded by care, and a wish to become his want. From everywhere, she was surrounded by him. His touch, his scent, his voice, and finally his soul. She could feel their souls tangling into each other like smoke and then becoming one. If those two souls were not made for each other, then it would have been impossible for them to meet. But it was not.

I never realized my soul was craving to be awoken from its slumber. I think when Ever hit me in the chest with her war scythe to reap my soul, she awoke it somehow. I was frozen inside without her touch, and I would have died here. She saved me. I didn’t understand how she could see into my soul like open doors, seeing into my core as she broke down all the walls I put up. Her darkness called to my darkness, and they became one, just as our souls did.

And he tapped into it. Even if Levon hates him, his soul wouldn't. He could feel it, yearning to reach out. To feel. To hold. To touch. He craves it all the same. All their senses open to one another. "Always gonna be yours, Louis, no other." Louis felt a cold wave crashing down into his burning soul, it was peaceful, it felt good, he welcomed it, he couldn't fight against his soul and his soul wanted his other half. The one who has hurt them just as badly.

I fear you watching me do what I'm about to do will undermine my intentions for the lesson. He glides his fingers along my shoulder and teases the sensitive skin there. His touch ignites my flesh with vibrancy, stirring an electrical current through my veins. He continues to caress me, awakening my mind, body, and soul to sensations I didn't know possible. With a delicate touch, he arouses cells that have been dormant my entire life.

"With you. If we're going to help these people understand bonds, they need to see what love looks like." "They might not understand," I warned. "Then we teach them." He moved closer, and even fragmented, even distributed across multiple states, I felt him. Felt the pull. Felt the connection that transcended presence and absence, singular and plural, here and elsewhere. His hand reached for mine. Our fingers met. And even though we were both partly somewhere else, partly scattered, partly plural—the touch was real. Solid. Warm. "I've missed this," I whispered. "Actually touching you. Not just feeling you through spaces-between."

Letting someone in. I pulled at him closer plus our own bodies moved as one now. We were gliding along together under the surface. Touch is to touch, and soul is to soul. Just connection with no urgency that is intentional being slow every movement. I kissed him just as if I was rediscovering that experience since I took each breath and I gave each sigh with every single touch of lips and tongue. We stayed there in that water for long after that silence had enveloped all of the world, and we did caress, did hold, did discover one another through those whispers and those breaths, cocooned there in all of the security that night had plus the gentle steady beat of trust.

I heard his voice, the last person arrived and that made a burst of energy follow, coming out of that bed in waves to everyone under the Festival. There are no words to describe the pleasure I feel and this feeling that all the parts that were broken inside my soul come together and form a perfect puzzle. I can distinguish the touch of each one of those around me. Dylan's touch is like little explosions, like feeling fireworks going off on my skin, while Marcus' touch is like feeling a feather gliding across my body, Lestat's touch is warm like I'm being bathed in the light of the rising sun, Kendrick's is stronger, more intense, like a fighter's and finally Kaiden's touch, which is both icy

He didn't even acknowledge the presence of the other person, until a pair of hands reached his eyes and removed his glasses from behind. "You are sleeping again with glasses on”? A deep low voice entered his ears and his lips automatically stretched into a smile. He didn’t have to open his eyes to look for the owner of the voice. The hands moved from his eyes to his temples and down to the back of his neck moving in a circular motion, sending waves of relaxation down spine. He was melting in the touch and warmth of those hands. His body reacted automatically as he sank down further in the touch. It was like a meditation to him, pure bliss.