Soul Twist Novels & Stories

Rhianne is very sure that Doctor Calvin will make fun of her and that will only make everyone worried for her. But for her, that is a possible thing to happen the more she thinks about it. The body she possessed was originally owned by Rhianne Cartel. Although the soul inside is now different, maybe some memories of Rhianne Cartel were left in her body. And she is now doing the things she usually does in the past.

I tried a different approach and tried to slow the kiss down, to eventually stop whatever she wanted in the first place. I felt the tip of her tongue swiping against my bottom lip, asking to enter. She wanted to go french. Ignore it, and kiss her softer… Everything about Lara Jane lingered in my atmosphere wherever I seemed to go, furthering my certainty that not only my wolf...but my soul knew that Lara Daisy-Jane Mikaelson was it for me. Lara is it for me and Octavia wouldn’t ever be. Lara's coconut aroma would fill my senses at spontaneous moments of the day and night, magnifying my longing for her presence.

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

Victor wanted to reluctantly argue, blinded by what was really happening but the next second his breath hitched in utter disbelief at the sudden occurrence flashing before him. “No… No!... im... impossible! It must be the drug… you must have released the fumes in here… yes! That has to be it… this was all part of your plan… have the others distract me… while you were secretly waiting to take me out…” The agitated man reasoned; clearly in denial as he stumbled backwards pressing on the wall behind him for support, his eyes intently glued to the scene of the glitching figure several steps ahead. “I… can assure you… this is no drug… and I am… Mike Rayburn… a soul with a vengeance.”

I was inside the toilet stroll when they were discussing rumors and lies about me. Brian sits on the couch and pulls me on his lap as I am a whore, I say nothing, for now, I don’t want to embarrass him in front of his friends, however; I am not going to give him the rights to insult me this way again. So, take this chance to taste him, his own medicine. “My rose, I will blow you after this party, or do you want now, my sweetie pie?” I am batting my lashes. “Don’t be so angry, my sunshine.” I set my hands on the nape of his neck and bring his face close to my breast.

Uff her lips are so perfect to stay and we continue our kissing. I am kissing my soul. You are my soul Ira.....

Beth I secretly have a crush on Shawn Andersen, the school's only intersex student. Trey and his friends beat her on a daily basis because she's different. I know I say mean things to her, but I'm head cheerleader and most popular girl in school. I've watched her get beaten up enough. Today I'm going to walk up to her in front of the entire school and take her in a kiss. It's the third week of our senior year of high school and I want to spend it with her if she feels the same about me.

I say as I enter the bathroom to take care of my business. After dressing up, I bid Aiden goodbye and leave to get the soup. As I hit the road, I turn on the music and play the Despacito remix. After a long drive, I finally arrive at my destination. I ask some people I meet along the way for directions to the restaurant. Finally, in front of me stands Los Ojos Restaurant, boldly displayed. But why are there plenty of people on that side? And why are they rushing there?

Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too. He took my hand and led me over to one of the few couches where we sat and talked for a while. The talking quickly turned into flirting and when he finished his beer, we went to the dance floor again. He definitely knew how to dance. He was sweet and irresistible. I never wanted to take my hands off of him. He was playing his cards right to take me home tonight and we both knew it.

“It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery swallowed hard. Their hands shook as they reached toward the soul. Threads of light extended from their sigil, tangling gently around the corrupted form. The tether pulled, delicate but insistent. The soul resisted, writhing violently, and Avery felt it tug back like a living weight. “Steady,” Kael murmured. “It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery focused, teeth clenched, sweat stinging their eyes. The threads glowed brighter as the soul’s light flickered, pulsing with an unstable rhythm.