Soul Touched Novels & Stories

Isabella dug her nails into my skin, the creaking filling the car and drowning out the outside world. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her chest rising and falling in quick succession, her full breasts brushing against my shirt with the temptation of a soft-core show. I noticed her size was exactly what I expected and how easy it was to conquer her. Owning her. Once and for all. But my brain realized that she was the friend of my enemy... the forbidden one, and the one not to be touched. Touched. I had touched her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and carried her out of Beau Maxwell's club. The vibrations had already coated the underside of my skin and gathered in my core to form a dema

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

“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.

Ella P.O.V. – Moon‑Touched My palms still glowed softly, silvery light swirling around my fingertips like mist. My heartbeat felt bigger than my body, like it echoed through the whole forest. Zade didn’t step back. He stepped closer. His eyes softened as he studied the light drifting off my skin. “You being Moon‑Touched…” he whispered, voice deep and reverent, “it means you were chosen at birth. Marked by the Moon Goddess herself.”

finally believed that touch didn't have to destroy. It could build, too.

What did I do wrong to deserve this? I cried loud and hugged myself. I feel like my whole body is melting, I feel dirtied from the way he touched me, I feel like my soul was tainted from everything he did to my body. Every violence I received from him is the least of it all, but the way he crashed my soul is on another level.

With her it is intense, it is something extremely pleasurable. I can't explain it, but her touch has an even greater effect. What was supposed to be just a touch, sets me on fire all over. I believe that it is because with him it is not only out of desire, but because there is love, there are real feelings. We haven't just established a carnal connection, but one of souls.

“Pull! Now! Or it’s gone!” Avery gritted their teeth, digging deep. They visualized the soul’s light, imagined it as something human, something alive and begging not to be lost. They yanked, tugging with every ounce of strength they could muster. The threads flared, wrapping the soul tighter, drawing it toward them. For a moment, hope. The soul’s chaotic form began to solidify, glowing steadily, as if recognizing Avery’s pull. Victory seemed close, so close they could taste it.

He just followed with the flow. The Soulwaker just helped him get up, without releasing her hands from his hold. She just stayed right in front of him, stared at him momentarily, before she decided to hug him. The8’s eyes widened upon the touch. He felt this touch before. This touch had been registered into his automated mind already. And he didn’t expect to feel it again, only for the excitement to be doubled.

Was her bold reply. “Then what do you mean when you say that a song touches your soul?” “A song can make you sad, a song can make you happy. A song can set you free… and a song…” Luntian paused and stared at Accashia’s heart. Before there was a dark spot there. A spot that means she was… “,can cause a human to be cursed.” “Curse?” Accashia asked, wide eyed and surprised. Revelations tend to come with a price, and Luntian was glad she paid it in full.