Souls Touching Novels & Stories

And on his right, was his visitor, who gleefully chuckled when he saw us. The door closed behind us. "Here they are," said the visitor as he rubbed his hands. "I want to watch them fuck." That felt like someone threw a bag of nails at me. Fuck the slave girl in front of them? "It is forbidden for my male slaves to have any sexual parley with female slaves, Elias Thorne," Lord Kael said. "Then make tonight an exception, Kael. I am an important visitor, aren't I?" Lord Kael gave a slow nod then clapped his hands at us. "You heard him. Entertain us."

Souls. There were other souls trapped inside the whirlpool. They circled around me like predators. Their faces were twisted in pain, their mouths open in silent screams. Their eyes were empty but furious. “You will die here with us!” Their voices echoed inside my head instead of the water. “Your soul belongs to us!” They pulled harder. More of them grabbed onto me, clawing at my arms, my back, my shoulders. Their touch burned in a different way—colder, but deeper.

I felt like I was looking into a cracked mirror. I forced a smile. My cheeks ached. My chest felt like it was going to split open from the sheer weight of the joy. They didn't shake hands. They didn't stand back. They moved in close. Foreheads pressed against mine. Breath mingled. They cupped my face. They touched the back of my neck. It was quiet and physical. It felt like they were reaching past my skin and into my soul. I wasn't used to being touched like this. It was raw. It was sacred.

Sora smiled coldly, leaving the area with an aura of satisfaction. I touched the stones with my fingertips, hearing the desperate screams of the trapped souls. I closed my eyes, connecting with them. A thin fracture formed in my mind, allowing me to feel each captured soul. Carefully, I opened one of the stones, releasing the souls. They nodded in gratitude before disappearing. I smirked slightly, realizing there was a way to free the souls without the dark guardians noticing. I needed to be cautious, releasing them little by little to weaken the dominion of the dark forces.

Their movements became more urgent, more desperate, as years of longing poured into every kiss and touch. Sofia tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head and letting her hands explore the hard planes of his chest. Her fingertips traced the scars and muscles, her touch both reverent and possessive. "You’re mine," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Always," Aaron murmured, his lips finding hers once more. Time seemed to blur as they lost themselves in each other. Every kiss, every touch was a promise—of redemption, of healing, of love that refused to fade. They made love slowly, passionately, savoring every moment as if the world outside didn’t exist.

It felt like his hand was touching my very soul, like his fingers were brushing against something far deeper than skin and bone. I’d read countless tales of destined mates, of the soul-deep connection that only true love could forge, and the strange energy that seemed to flow between such bonds. A feeling of recognition, of belonging, washed over me. I wondered if this was what a mate’s touch felt like, what it felt to be truly known, truly seen.

"Then stop talking and show me." What followed was not gentle. It was not careful. It was the kind of passion that came from months of fear and years of waiting and two people who had survived hell and found each other on the other side. He marked me with his mouth and his hands, and I marked him back. We were not two broken people clinging to each other for comfort. We were two whole people, choosing each other, claiming each other, swearing with every touch that nothing would ever separate us again. Afterward, we lay tangled together in the sheets, the city glittering beyond the window. His hand traced lazy circles on my hip. My head rested on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of h

I was so shocked that I grabbed my hand and shouted. "Don't touch me!" The maids quickly went to check us. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I breathe heavily. "W-water" I said. Someone handed me water and I saw It was him. I immediately took and drank it. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'm okay." Out of breath I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ---" "I still don't want to eat because I'm still full and I have to look at something now. So please, don't touch me"

" In no time, they were going to lose them and their souls are going to get lost in the pits of heaven and hell and they would never ever recover from the torture . " Cara had to do something early, She felt her body being touched by someone but the touch made her heart feel more pain as she felt the pains of all the people she came in contact with, She did not understand why she felt them, She did not understand why did it happen that quickly and she shared a connection with them ."

Souls whispered their stories, and Alec could sense the intertwining narratives weaving a tapestry of experiences. "Sasha," he said, his voice carrying the weight of countless echoes, "do you hear them? The stories of love, of loss, of dreams that echo through the ages. It's like the very essence of existence is singing to us." Sasha nodded, her eyes reflecting the myriad emotions coursing through the cosmic currents. "Alec, every soul we encounter adds a new note to our journey. It's overwhelming, yet beautiful, like a celestial choir revealing the depths of the universe's heart."