Soul Touched Novels & Stories

Rely on James for everything to be covered. I sit next to Lia, holding her free hand. Even with the hustle and bustle in the room, our simple touch gives us content. We are in the same position to ensure that each other are safe now.

Within the nexus, souls found solace and inspiration, nurturing their inner journey and facilitating the collective exploration of truth and self-realization. The essence of Luna's memoir transformed into an ethereal resonance known as the "Luna Song." This celestial melody carried the timeless wisdom and transformative power of authenticity, resonating through the fabric of the cosmos and stirring the hearts of those who yearned for truth. The Luna Song became a cosmic anthem, inspiring beings to embrace their authentic selves and align with the universal symphony of existence.

“Do you know how bad I want you? You are the first flesh that I have been able to touch without killing in my lifetime. You make me feel almost human, something I have never been able to be.” My heart began to ache for his pain of never being able to feel the touch of the person you love and I felt my soul being drawn to him as he continued to stare into my eyes. His thumb moved softly over my cheek and the sensation of it made me close my eyes for just a second and I leaned my head into his touch and then I felt his lips upon mine, It felt so different than any kiss I ever felt before. It was as if my soul was being drawn from me and he was replacing a piece of it with himself and as his to

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

When his fingers dipped into my underwear, I grit my teeth. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he said softly, lips and nose pressed into my neck. Damian was the one touching me, but he sounded just as affected as I was. His finger slipped past my clit, finding my hole where he spread my arousal around. I peered down, seeing his tattooed hand disappearing into my lacy underwear. I smirked—I liked how that looked. The tip of his finger dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan.

But the boy didn’t look convinced. “There was an accident. The truck slammed into us... she was driving,” he choked, tears streaming down his soft eyes. Willa reached out to pat him on the back, but the moment her hand came in contact with him, a sharp pain rushed through her. Her mark burned as though part of her was ripped open, and before her, words flickered: [Unbonded souls are forbidden from contact. Touch brings corruption.]

On the day we inked our deal, Lilian grinned at me and said, "Thinking back to that beatdown, it's got to be the most mortifying moment of my life." I set my pen down, the memory of being pinned to the ground flashing back, and I could not help but chuckle. "But you know, it taught me something. Next time, I'll go full throttle. No more playing the saint." Lilian hooked her arm in mine, her eyes sparkling. "Come on, let's go celebrate! I've got a bottle of 1945 Château Mouton Rothschild in my wine cellar!" As the neon lights danced in the night, I gazed out the window, and it hit me.

Judging by his ability to open books and touch objects around him, Tania believed that the ghost was old enough or had a lot of energy to touch things and move them easily. It wasn't easy for a common ghost to touch mortal things. "Your name is Tania right?" Tania jumped in surprise when the man said her name. Her face looked shocked as her eyes followed the man's index finger, pointing to Tania's cellphone. "It's written on your cell phone case," the man chuckled with an annoying smile, aware of Tania's surprise. Grumbling in annoyance, Tania put her cellphone in her bag. After this, she would think twice about making a cellphone case with her name displayed there.

The separation of the two has never happened. Andy pushed the menu in front of Harris, "Choose a drink!" Harris waved his hand, "I don't drink anything; I have to go home after talking. Tonight, my company has a small party." Andy nodded when he heard that and assessed Harris, just like when they were still in love. Suddenly, Andy's hand reached out, wanting to touch his cheek. Harris jerked backward, the air thick with embarrassment. Andy curled his lips into a smile, narrowing his eyes, and gently stroked Harris' cheek with his thumb.

When I left the organization, I saw the man I was talking about earlier, who was also looking at me. I then avoided his gaze when I saw Gizelle approaching. I opened the door and waited for Gizelle. And we left the organization together to eat and go home as what we have planned. I was looking at my notebook while holding my guitar. I really want to write a song but until now I still don't know what or who I should write a song for. I'm humming the tone that I want to use in my song when my phone beeped. I saw an unregistered number there. I just let it die.