Soulmate Red String Novels & Stories

"I don't know how to express or describe this feeling, but it's strong. I don't know if I could live without it after feeling it." "I know that feeling," he says with a smile. "I've felt it for thirty years with Valerie. A physic told us it was because we are soulmates. You're Kelly's and she's yours." "When did you ask Valerie to marry you," I ask as tears roll down my cheeks, relieved that I was talking about my feelings with another man. "I asked her on our fifth date, two months after we met. We were married four months later and have been since," he says with passion in his eyes for his wife. "A year later we had Jamie."

They seem to be a close knit friend group and Hannah felt welcomed. She was led to a chair and the rest of the day was spent chatting away and telling jokes. But rather than jokes, she would much rather want to get all the information on the Alpha King. He claimed to be her mate but hadn’t made any move to claim her. Jojo had explained everything about soulmates and the mate bond. She said that once a male wolf identifies his mate, it would only take an extraordinary will for him not to claim her right there without hesitation. A soulmate is supposed to be the missing part of a wolf, it usually comes with a profound sense of fulfillment and joy. The one you pledge your forever to and the per

I touched the red string and wonder how come I am wearing a bracelet made from red string. In my mind I see a little girl listening to a story from an older woman, ‘Legend has it, there is an invisible red string that connects us to our soul mate. Regardless the time and distance the red string will remain unbreakable,’ she added. ‘And one day the red string will connect the two persons separated by time and circumstances.’ the old lady said to her little granddaughter. ‘Is there an invisible red string on my hand, Obaasan?’ ‘When time is right, there will be,’ the old woman answered. ‘You will know it.

I looked at my ring and touched it. “Red Strings of Fate.” “What?” “Red color is a color for fate, Sophia.” “Aaron, we-“ “I love you, Sophia.” My whole body froze hearing that words. My eyes went straight to his, my heart went crazy 3 times more. “You’re lying.” That words went out from my mouth without me noticing. “Marry me.” He continued and I gulped.

Spreading into the vast darkness that surrounded us. These were the threads that bind us… the link to call upon our own ancestors… I looked down, seeing that there were three very different lines that connected me… Two passing through beyond the veil… one was a glowing deep red, the other was a smoky glittering black… it stood out from all the ones around us. The third was a blinding white and it spiralled back the way I came. Rayhan… the string that connected my bond with Rayhan… I now understand when people talk about breaking the bond… or a rejection… there was actually something connecting us so deeply that it was wrapped around our very souls.

"2...." Just then, as my strings was lifted it into the dim light, a flash of recognition hit me when I felt a strong hunch that something's wrong with the feeling of a string of fate between my fingers. Like it was mysteriously small to touch. It seemed strange that what was meant to bind my destiny together felt so insubstantial and frail. I have a bad feeling about this though. "3!" In unison, them three opened their hands and revealed the red crimson strings they had picked. Beatrice spoke first, "Mine seems pretty long..." she revealed hers first — long, dangling past her elbow. The color was a deep wine hue, almost black in certain lights.

He tucks a tendril of hair behind my ear, then leans in to whisper, "Baby, I get your point. I just don't like your point. I mean, I hate space. Fuck space! What the fuck is space even when we have a love like ours? Strong like ours? A connection like ours? You might have a boyfriend but your soul and mine, they are connected... You know what that makes us? " he bites my neck gently. "Soulmates."

I corrected him. “No. I mean soul matched. A soul mate is someone who you feel like you’ve known long before you meet and that you blend with enough to make a comfortable and amiable life together. A soul match is a bond that is created by a higher power to seal two souls together no matter the circumstances. We were destined to meet and, as hard as we try and no matter who we pair up with, we will always have a need to interact with each other.” His voice cracked as he said in a voice that was just above a whisper, “It can be a torturous affliction if only one of us loves the other.”

He points to a man towards the back of the group. “His soul mate is the lady with red hair on the far right.” I answer. Bellamy nods, a pleased expression on his face. “What about the woman in the pink shirt?” he questions. “Her soul mate is the really tall guy in the middle. The blonde one.” Bellamy is about to talk again but I hold up a hand. “I'm not done. She also is fated to be friends with the guy at the front. The one wearing all black who looks a little goth if you ask me.” I explain. Bellamy smiles.

At its center stood a figure—a woman with eyes filled with determination and strength, her form bathed in the warm glow of inner radiance. Surrounding the central figure were layers upon layers of intricate details, each one imbued with its own significance. Splashes of vibrant red symbolized passion and courage, while streaks of soothing blue represented serenity and tranquility. Threads of gold were weaved throughout the canvas, shimmering with the promise of hope and renewal.