When Two Mad Souls Meet Mga Nobela at Kwento

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."

But after a while, I knew what they suddenly all meant. Death. The languages became more clearer as soon as I heard the Latin word; mortem. Then there was the same word in Greek, then Irish and Hungarian. More and more languages I didn't quite understood earlier, now became more vivid to me. The way to destroy the mad madame, was to release it's soul to the hungry demons in the stone. Not the ring. "Mortem." Permission would be granted to take his soul, and I, this time wouldn't be hesitant.

Smiles and Pain. Peace and Chaos. I wonder how a person can smile despite the pain he or she is feeling. I wonder how can there be peace at the center of chaos. How can they do that? Why can’t I do that? “Faster, Fely. We’ll be late!” I snapped out from my thoughts when I heard Ghale’s voice. I run towards her and smiled. “Let’s go. I’m excited.” I said, but she just sadly smiles at me.

I couldn’t be more ecstatic for her, but now I’m dealing with a vampire step daddy wanna-be. Grabbing the oversized stuffed Corgi, I hugged it to my chest. “What am I gonna do Bob?” I whispered. Mom and Justin explained about Beloveds, in great detail that I really didn’t need to know. They were soul mates, as Justin put it. The Moon Goddess deemed their souls a perfect match and once they find each other, unbelievable things happen. Something about chemicals in their body, the fire touches the insane amount of sexual attraction. It sounded like a bunch of crap to get in my mom’s pants.

“One of the spies trailing the rogues heard them talking about a message. He managed to take this before they moved again.” Theo took it, unfolding the worn page. Willow stepped closer, reading over his shoulder. The message was written in sharp, jagged handwriting. “The one with the fire hair. The wolf with two souls. She is the key. Find her. Bring her. Or he will come.” Silence stretched between them. Two souls? What does that mean? Willow’s pulse pounded. She glanced at Theo, mumbling through their mindlink. “I don’t understand. Two souls? Every werewolf has one soul. Two souls is impossible. How would that even work?”

Their souls merged in a cosmic dance, intertwining their essence until they became indistinguishable from one another. Isabella and Luca celebrated the profound reunion of their souls. They marveled at the intertwining of their essence, recognizing that their union was not only a testament to their love but a reflection of the eternal bonds that connect all beings throughout the cosmos. They understood that their reunion held the power to inspire and ignite the love that resided within the hearts of all souls.

"I don't know what's happening," "The mate-bond..." Adam swallows loudly, possibly holding back a growl. Sometimes, I suspect he is part wolf. "It links your soul together with your mate's. You are one soul split into two, and when he is with someone else, hell will break loose over your skin and tear your soul apart until it forces you to see him again," "And then what?" I ask scoffingly. "What good will it do to see him?" Adam turns around, staring into my eyes in the dark. The moon illuminates his face, making me see the truth in his eyes. Part of me can sense what he will say without him opening his mouth; my soul expects it somehow.

“Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin stood up and looked around until his eyes met mine. Then he knelt in front of the chapel as the rain began to pour again. I looked up to the sky and saw the clouds parting for the blood moon to emerge. And the chatting became louder. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin slit his wrists with the spirit sword and allowed the blood to drip on the stairs of the chapel. And we all heard a rumbling sound apart from the sound of thunder as Darka emerged from beneath the chapel. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!”

Brian looked disgusted and flushed too but he seemed to be used to the occurrence. “I won’t be attending the meeting, it’s cancelled… Anthony was moving some strings to use against me so I changed the date … he won’t be aware, and yes! There’s a mole in my company, someone is …'' he stopped talking at once and finally stood up slowly from his chair. The lady stood up slowly along with him with a smile on her face, she didn’t look ashamed or pissed that we were standing right there in Sean's office and she was practically almost naked.

I corrected him. “No. I mean soul matched. A soul mate is someone who you feel like you’ve known long before you meet and that you blend with enough to make a comfortable and amiable life together. A soul match is a bond that is created by a higher power to seal two souls together no matter the circumstances. We were destined to meet and, as hard as we try and no matter who we pair up with, we will always have a need to interact with each other.” His voice cracked as he said in a voice that was just above a whisper, “It can be a torturous affliction if only one of us loves the other.”