Staring Into My Soul Novels & Stories

If she so much as ruined a strand of her hair there would be hell to pay. After dealing with them for so long her nerves were already fried and now having to walk down a staircase with a bunch of people watching was the last thing she wanted to do. Putting a hand to her chest Summer attempted to calm her heart, willing it to slow its erratic pace. As she fixed her gaze ahead preparing to make her entrance with her 'fiance' a spotlight flashed on, momentarily blinding her. As her eyes adjusted to the harsh light she could hear people whispering, most likely admiring their ridiculous entrance and looks.

I swallowed hard, staring at the reflection that smiled back with my face—but not my soul. Sleep never came again.

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

I need to breathe. Looking straight at the Alpha’s eyes made me feel like an egg being tossed in the frying pan. I can feel my soul drifting away. Every existence of me burning and changing into something. I can feel my flesh being slowly turned into a meal, my mind becoming yolky. That’s what I feel when I stare at him. And obviously, I was the first one to lower my gaze—one minute after that intense encounter. I cringed. Yes, I still feel like an egg being fried—except my soul has now returned to the abyss of my being.

It’s all it takes. One second of direct focus, a meeting of eyes I have never dared to look into before and the worst thing in the world happens to me. We connect; visions, images, projections start flowing through my mind at neck breaking speed that fries my brain and I cannot break his gaze or look away. Startled into silence, locked in, and unable to fight what happens. My body rigid and paralyzed, controlled by this higher force as we’re forcefully held, trapped in an intense stare down and his dark, almost black eyes eat into my soul.

My darker self stood firm, her hand gripping mine like an anchor. “This is your soul,” she said, her voice cutting through the cacophony. “The storm is every part of yourself you’ve denied. The anger you’ve buried. The guilt you’ve carried. The love you’ve refused to claim. You must step into it, Rosemary. Face it.”

“We aren't but it doesn't change the fact that you already signed a contract. A contract that solidifies my claim on you, body and soul." Once again, he traps me but this time not in his embrace with his strong arms but with his intense stare and once again I can't move. He looks me in the eyes and it's like he's talking to my soul, marking on it, imprinting on me “ It means that if you ever have the urge or need for anything, you come to me. You need someone to touch you, you come to me. You want to stare at someone, you stare at me. You want to think of someone, you think of me. I won't share you with the bastard. Now get out!"

I wasn't going to do anything stupid I was going to complete the mission and that would also be my last mission because, after the mission, I was going to pay for my sins. I was going to end my life. I schooled my face to reveal no emotion and walked towards the receptionist at the front desk. "Hello there, I'm Elena Davis. I'm here for an interview." I said with a tight smile. "Elena Davis, you're to go to the fourth floor." The receptionist replied with a smile after checking through her appointment file. "Thank you." I took the lift to the fourth floor and met with the secretary who directed me to the personal assistant's office.

My world was on fire. My body, rising from the shadows of my grave, felt torn. My heart pumped no blood, My lungs breathed no air. I was still, like a thief in the night. I stumbled out of the hole in the ground and looked at my surroundings. Only darkness, no one in sight. As I stood there waiting for this nightmare to end Waiting for this nightmare to make sense, memories started to flood my mind. A man with beautiful blue eyes and hair as dark as his soul.

There was an authority in his voice, but that didn’t really affect me. I shook my head and lied without blinking, “It’s nothing.” “If it’s nothing, then why are your eyes like that?” My eyes widened. I picked up my phone and checked my eyes on my phone’s camera. It was glowing the whole time, and I didn’t even notice! He’s our mate!