Soulmates Coffee Novels & Stories

They share a concerned look and nodded their heads. "Let's enjoy our meal together. If this is the last one we share, I want it to be happy." Mom wipes away her tears and takes a sip of her wine. "I agree." Dad picks his fork up and starts eating. ________ My nails are freshly manicured and pedicured, ready for the gala tonight. I have never been more nervous in my life, but I'm ready to meet my soulmate. That is if my soulmate is at the gala. I've been lying awake every night wondering what kind of supernatural my mate would be. I don't have a preference because I feel like I could adapt to whatever new life I would have to live. I won't choose to stay human, so I know I won't be moving to

"Why are you showing me this?" Pavel slid his fingers along my back with possession, as if his touch could brand me even more. "We’re werewolves," he said in a low, final tone. " And as crazy as it may sound, you are our fated mate”. Alexei leaned close to my ear from behind, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine. "There’s a light inside you so beautiful… it captivated us, fated one." "That makes no sense," I said firmly. "How can you be so sure I’m your fated mate? And how do you know I have a light inside me?"

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.

It was a normal activity in a normal life, a stark contrast to the extraordinary, dangerous path I was on. My leg still ached by the end of the afternoon, but it was a physical ache, a normal one, not the deep, soul-weary pain I’d been carrying. We sat at a café, sipping iced coffee, surrounded by shopping bags. Sarah was still chattering excitedly about a pair of shoes she'd found.

I spoke in a polite tone, and the nicer-looking one smiled at me. "I'd like a…" his eyes searched my name tag. "... Kenna special. Is that on the menu?" He cracked a smile at the end. I couldn't help but chuckle at his corniness. "Smooth," I said in an amused voice, and he laughed. "I'm Brian, by the way. This is my best mate, Sean." He introduced both himself and his friend, and I saw that his friend looked like he wanted to be anywhere else than here. "Okay. Hi, there, and as you already know, I'm Kenna the waitress." I played it out as a joke.

I heard Azrael say from right next to me, right before she replied, “Yes, yes, you were just following the half-breed. I know,” She knowingly smiled, flipping on the table what seemed like a tarot card, only it had some weird symbols instead of the usual descriptive drawings. “Her soul is bound to yours... Interesting...” She muttered mostly to herself, not sparing a single glance at the card lying on the table, still keeping her gaze fixated towards the window. Okay, this is getting seriously weird right now. She then flipped yet another card, just like the last time, not even bothering to look down at it and with a deadly serious tone, she said,

for mate finding and matchmaking, as per Ruis. According to him, ten pairs had already found their mates in his club, and many more as couples merely six months since he opened the business. Mom wasn’t fond of it initially but got excited with the matchmaking concept. At the same time, our dad was contented as long as no fight broke out and the business was profitable, being a businessman himself. “And?” He followed up with expectant eyes. “I’m not getting drunk in your bar, Ruis.” His shoulders dropped, and he glared at me, “Can you be a little supportive of your brother?”

Her appetite was as vast as her zest for life. As the morning sun mingled with the cool breeze, they decided to cap off their meal with a steaming cup of tea. The cups they held were no ordinary cups; they were a customized gift from Nami, an endearing token of love from sister to brother-in-law and sister Emma. The cups were black on the inside, and white on the outside, each adorned with an endearing bear emblem on one side and the whimsical labels 'Mr. Hot' and 'Ms. Sexy' on the other.

I’m too busy stealing glances at Jace and the red-headed woman, trying to decipher what their relationship is. “Something interesting happened at The Mate Matchmaking Bureau a few days ago.” My date wins my interest with that sentence, and my attention snaps to his face. “Oh yeah?” "Uh-huh," Von May Bite grins. “Alpha Lucifer, someone who has been missing for twenty years, suddenly appeared in their matchmaking systems, which is super creepy. The guy is thought to be dead.”

“Good. Now imagine that but on steroids. And crack. And more steroids. And maybe mixed with a fever dream no one asked for. That’s a mate.” I blinked. “So… a soulmate?” She shook her head. “No darling, soulmate is soft. Cute. Romantic. Mate is… violent destiny. Mate is permanent. Mate is stick-to-you-like-glue energy. Mate is ‘if you die, I die’ nonsense. Mate is a cosmic marriage contract signed with magical blood and no human consent form.” I stared at her. She stared back. “That sounds like kidnapping with extra toppings,” I said. “Welcome to the supernatural world,” she replied.