The Untethered Soul Audiobook Novels & Stories

He is the Passing the swimming pool on his left and the fire pit on his right, he kept walking until His footsteps stopped when he was at the end of the garden way around tip toe in his boots, his eyes stared at the clear blue water in front of him as his eyes blinked distractedly with a butterfly passing by, turning to the direction the butterfly was leaving, he glanced at a beautiful gazebo surrounded by flowers and more covered with curtain drapes around it, not thinking too much his heart took him there as he stopped right step on top of the solid wooden floor which he didn't notice with his head tilted as he was distracted when his eyes were fixed on a book that the butterfly had landed

"Just close your eyes, Zoey. And you too, Wendy. You both close your eyes, and imagine the book you're looking for. Connect with your soul, and tell the heavens you want to find that book. Without will, you can't find that book." They did as instructed, though I didn't know if they were really connecting with their souls the way Zoey's eyes twitched. I closed my eyes. All vision was dark. Everything I could see was that book, the Book of The Tranquil Realm of the Universe. Everything began sinking, the walls of the house creaked in anger, and the ground was sinking deep. "Don't open your eyes, no matter what happens, don't do it," I instructed. Having felt calmness and peace, I opened my eye

“ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENDING THIS BOOK HERE, WILL COME BACK WITH A SEQUEL.

Thank you all for baring with me on this second book. I’m sorry it’s taken so long to get it out. Between a fulltime job, kids and hitting a writing block, it’s taken me way too long to write this. I hope you enjoy it. Song List for the Unexpected Surprise… They are not in order for chapters. Just the main ones I’ve listened to while writing. Sleeptalk by Dayseeker Frozen by Rain City Drive Guest by Life of Remedy

It's like exposing the deepest parts of myself that I didn’t know lay within, laying bare my vulnerabilities for all to see. Now, now, now! I can’t afford these luxuries, can I? “Boss,” Daniel snaps a finger to my face, telling me that I have zoned out, which is damn obvious. “I am right here, you know. Talk to me instead of talking to your soul. You are not okay, and that is as clear as the light of the day. What’s up?” He asks.

The air here was different—freer, colder, quieter. This was my sanctuary. Hidden. Protected. Isolated. I pulled into the small clearing and parked, the gravel crunching under the tires. Stepping out, I inhaled deeply, letting the crisp air ground me. My mind was still racing with possibilities—dangerous ones. Theories that would shatter everything we’ve ever known about mate bonds, power, death, and connected souls. Everything The door opened with a soft chime after I keyed in the security code. Inside, the space was spotless. The maid had clearly been here. I tossed my jacket onto the couch and headed upstairs, kicking off my shoes as I went.

I thought, "Dear God, if you're still willing to listen even if I have no white ribbon to make my wish, but on the account that I'd prayed to you and lit up the candle so sincerely many times in the past, please grant this final wish of mine. "I wish that I, Winter Brooke, will no longer have anything to do with him, Finnegan Churchill, for the rest of our lives, or even the next life if there is one."

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.

Her voice trailed off, but the implication hung heavy in the air. Margaret’s gaze sharpened as she took the book. She ran her fingers over the cover, her lips pressing into a thin line. “This is no ordinary book,” she said quietly, her words laced with certainty. --- Explaining the Truth “What do you mean, not ordinary?” Ryan’s father, Michael, asked, his skepticism evident. Margaret looked up, her gaze piercing. “This book is a gateway, a connection to another realm—a spiritual realm. It doesn’t just tell a story; it pulls you into it. Your children aren’t just unconscious; their souls are trapped, fighting in a place between life and death.”

So she sat there in the serene dining room, the only sound the rhythmic ticking of the clock, and her thoughts dwelling on the storm she was about to unleash. Nysaa grew increasingly restless as she waited for Dr. Ruiz. The absence of her therapist was unusual and left her with a gnawing sense of worry. Feeling the tension mount within her, Nysaa decided she couldn't wait any longer. She desperately needed a drink to numb the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume her.