Souls Touching Novels & Stories

He drove out of his mansion speedily like a cheetah and continued until he reached his destination.  Soft red cheeks, long thick eyelashes curled upwards. Small chubby hands fisted on chest, red little nose, lips formed in a cute pout, the infant wrapped in a white towel was sleeping peacefully in the most unpleasant place. The tired young girl crouched down staring at the baby was both awestruck and mesmerized. If the rise and fall of the baby's chest hadn't been visible she would have mistaken him for a porcelain doll. From the desperate yearning that grew inside her, she stretched her hand and touched the baby's soft cotton-like cheek causing him to open his eyes slowly.

This gesture touched Ayana deeply, strengthening the bond between them and reaffirming the depth of their connection. As she gently cupped Adam's face in her hands, Ayana's touch was more than just a physical gesture—it was a silent reassurance, a reminder that she was there for him, unwavering in her support and understanding. She hoped that her touch could offer him some comfort amidst the storm raging within him, serving as a beacon of solace in the darkness.

Helena’s P.O.V. “The sensations related to a soulmate’s touch are a universal truth in mating relationships across all the supernatural species. A single touch will clarify whether King Trevor Fletcher is my mate or not.” Moving towards Trevor, I tried to calm down my racing heart as my teeny tiny brain was unable to process the aftereffects of touching someone in this time travel.

The separation of the two has never happened. Andy pushed the menu in front of Harris, "Choose a drink!" Harris waved his hand, "I don't drink anything; I have to go home after talking. Tonight, my company has a small party." Andy nodded when he heard that and assessed Harris, just like when they were still in love. Suddenly, Andy's hand reached out, wanting to touch his cheek. Harris jerked backward, the air thick with embarrassment. Andy curled his lips into a smile, narrowing his eyes, and gently stroked Harris' cheek with his thumb.

He needed to touch her before he combust from how turned on he was. Jake watched as her pupils dilated evidently affected by their proximity as much as he was. He was going to make sure she accepted the chemistry between them as real. " J - Jake please.." she stammered, her breathing becoming uneven. He groaned at that and took the items in her hand placing them on the island beside them without taking his eyes off her. Ashley's hands fell to his chest and she quickly removed them as if she was shocked but he wasn't having any of it.

Some time plans get flopped and nothing happens the way someone thought. After sometime the same worker brought a mug of hot coffee for payal and put it on table. She picked up a mug of coffee before she touch it with her lips, her eyes turned to the guy sitting on the couch who was shivering in this freezing cold. Human have a heart like a petal and sometimes like a stone for someone. She could not blessed her lips to touch of the coffee mug. She looked at Rakesh with warmth, picked the mug in her hands and walked towards him.

Each touch, each caress, ignited a fire within their souls. They moved together, their rhythm synchronised, as if they were dancing to a song only they could hear. The room was filled with their whispers, their moans, and the sound of their love. In that moment, all worries and doubts melted away, leaving only a deep connection between two souls bound by desire and trust.

the old man asked, moving past their conversation as though it had been a normal one. He's a wanderer, maybe it is for him, Sethlzaar contrived to convince himself before giving his answer. "Yes. Those whose hearts are twisted by the malice of the dead from seeking to communicate with those on the other side, refusing them their union with Truth, and Ayla the return of her gifts." "I see you know your credence," the man complimented. "Everyone knows of the touched." Sethlzaar found no pride in it. The touched was something every child knew about. It spoke naught of his knowledge of the credence.

"The Divine Being, with the help of the dragons and a small group of humans who remained loyal to their world, fought valiantly against the Destroyer and its Tainted followers," the voice said. Darkness crept over the world, like a suffocating shroud. The Tainted emerged, their bodies twisting and contorting, elongating into grotesque, inhuman shapes. Wren's gaze fell upon one Tainted, its eight arms splayed out like a macabre spider. Each arm wielded a different instrument of war: a drum, its surface etched with ancient runes; a flute, its melody a haunting whisper; a harp, its strings vibrating with an otherworldly energy.

I looked like a pretty ghost that everyone sees in the movies. I tried to touch the mirror in front of me but I failed. Just like what I experienced when I tried to touch my own body, my hand just passed through the mirror. So this is what it feels like to be fucking invisible. "You must remember that the soul is the most powerful part of a man. The human body is only a vessel of the soul." I remember what Kairos has said to me. According to him, even if I was not with my own body, it's possible for me to be able to touch things. But it would require great concentration.