Stare Into My Soul Novels & Stories

The room was filled with his scent, and I was panicking so badly that I didn’t even realize he was around. He looked at me as if he were peering into the depths of my soul. Common sense screamed at me to run for my life, but my entire body remained paralyzed under his piercing gaze. “You. What are you?” He asked, still looking at me intently. I couldn’t discern his expression, but I responded confidently, “I’m a werewolf, duh.” He didn’t seem to appreciate my sarcasm and advanced a step, causing me to instinctively move backward. Since when did I back away from someone?!

"I won't. Because right now, I know what I want. I'm not lost. Not anymore." "Good." He continued, his gaze fixed on me, staring deep into my soul. His eyes that sent you to heaven and hell, and could send you to either with just one glance. "What?" I couldn't take it anymore. I feared what might come through from those deep-set warm eyes. The more he loved me, the more I would ruin him. I would take my darkness and push it inside of him. He was a good man, and didn't deserve a soul like mine.

Because I know that if I didn’t do that I might as well not be able to stop myself from having her again and this time I will not stop until I wear her out and make her scream and beg. “I will advise you to close your mouth and don’t push me further than this, I’m using my last restraint now darling… you don’t want me to punish you the other way” I called out at her from her closed door. Contemplating if I should just go in and take her whole body and soul, teach her properly why she should never take herself and my child out to the public for other men to gap at and be attracted to.

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.

Feeling desperate to call him back and hold him. ...... Tabby

"Is anybody there?" "Hello?" He could hear the melody sound of rain on the windows that was showing rain is still in its wholeness. Despite of wearing overcoat he was feeling like a cold was running in his blood vessels. He turned towards the counter and started tapping his fingers on the counter table. "hello.. Anyone?" Meanwhile a young beautiful lady appears from behind the counter table. Rakesh went still on seeing her beauty, he was numb like he was cast by a spell. He was feeling like any magician spelled a magic to bring this fairy on earth that appeared all of sudden here out of nowhere.

"I've been sure since I was five years old, standing behind my parents, watching you. "I've waited twenty-three years for you. And I don't wanna wait any longer." My eyes burned, vision blurring with tears. All that time I was chasing Bailey, there'd been someone else, standing quietly behind me, loving me even longer. I nodded hard. "Okay."

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."

His gaze was hard and very displeased. However, his gaze softened slightly the next moment as he continued to look into my eyes. He has the kind of stare that makes you want to hide away. So intense that you fear that he is looking into your soul. Even right now he was staring as if he was planning to devour me.

Everything I watch is blur. “Why am I crying why?” I question myself, wiping out my tears with my sleeves. Now I can clearly see the stars and everything which was getting blur a few moments ago. “I don’t need to cry.” “I’m damn strong.” I take a deep breath and still staring at the stars which are shinning and looking beautiful but who the hell cares about their beauty here. I’m just staring at them, not focusing on them. My mind isn’t here, my soul is also not here. Only my body is here which is out of my control.