When Two Mad Souls Meet Novels & Stories

•••• •••• •••• •••• They both decided it'll be best to have separate rooms for now, Muhammad had said, "I'll wait for however long it takes for you to get comfortable with me but be warned, once you do, you won't be able to keep your hands off this hunk." They both bursted into laughter, "hunk is a muscular man, see your thin arms, no be only hunk, you that have the face of hulk."

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“When it happens just right, it so happens that the souls that forms in their bodies – not simply the bodies themselves – are perfectly aligned to each other, as well as with the universe.” At a snap from the woman, the motes disband themselves, dissolving into the chaos of their usual movement, but still filling the little grove with a steady golden glow. “It’s incredibly rare – perhaps once in a thousand years – but that is what you two are to each other,” she says quietly. “Two souls made for each other, lucky to have been born at the same moment on earth, lucky enough to find each other. Or,” she cocks her head the side, studying us, “perhaps inevitably drawn to each other. I imagine tha

My Uncle Kayler only comes on holidays, like Christmas or summer. -It would be great to live in a place like that," he sighs, looking at the lake and the trees around him. -And you haven't seen the moon when it reflects in the water. I imagined it and thought it was magical. -Things happen at the least expected moments," he says, "Do you believe in soul mates? In gourds? I frowned. -What's mate? -Twin souls," he replies. -I didn't know that. -They are people who are destined for your life and arrive at the least expected moment, or when you thought there wasn't one for you.

"But I’ve heard stories. Old ones. My grandmother told me. Others, whispered by the elder women around the fire. They all say the same thing." She pauses dramatically, and despite myself, I find my head leaning slightly in her direction. "They say mates are bound by the soul. That they’re two halves, finally recognizing each other. And when that happens, they can’t be separated. Not for long. It’s like tearing living fabric. Something rips. Something breaks." I swallow hard. "And what happens... if they try to live apart?" Alyssa watches me closely. "No one knows for sure. But they say there’s a price. That the pain grows. That it becomes a void, a hole. Some go mad. Others simply... waste a

It ducks, dives and races around the bowl as if searching for a long-lost friend; it comes to a stop twice, flaring before one soul only to go on to find another. “Oh,” Celeste gasps, leaning down to watch through amazed eyes that three souls. All are similar in size and shape, and all owning a band of two colours are dancing around each other in unison. I watch, amazed, as the souls start to reach out to each other, blending together in a mix of colours to make one large soul. “Twins,” Celeste murmurs whilst picking up the still-forming soul. “This is unusual. And for your first pairing,” she laughs.

Lowell turned his grin to Anya "You look like a smart one, I'm sure you can answer that so they can stop looking so confused" Anya rolled her eyes at him and sighed I slowly turned to her "Do you understand what he means?" She pursed her lips "Unfortunately; I do" "Then please, explain it to me" I requested and she exhaled a breath "When mates....uh...well MATE. Their souls form two links that need to be connected in order for them to become one soul. This is then made possible when they mark each other. They become one and share almost everything like feelings, thoughts, pain and most importantly; strength"

Beaded sweat was along his forehead. “Excuse me. We’ll meet again.” I was stunned for a moment when Mr. Xalvador practically ran out the door taking that sweet manly scent with him. There was pure silence for about a minute until it was broken by Ryan. “Mates are the souls of two individuals combining… They are what you call soulmates. When two mates find each other there is no separating them…”

Stella POV The prison cell reeked of socks, hardened perspiration and defeat. If remorse emitted an aroma this spot had captured it flawlessly. Megan and I perched on the bench each of us battered, covered in dust and still a bit shaken from the street fight. Claudia and her two followers were, in the cell yelling loudly about how I supposedly unleashed some kind of supernatural power on them. If someone paid attention for a while they’d believe I had lifted them and thrown them through a structure.

A kitchen, huge TV lounge decorated with a wall TV screen that was attached to multiple gadgets of gaming consoles, music players, home theaters and much more. The bedrooms were decorated with glass walls, covered with thick curtains to prevent any eye watching the activities going on inside. It had a terrace too, facing two sides of the road with a corner. It was a home to the three of them. They were practically joined hip to hip, inseparable and insatiable. They were the HEART MIND and SOUL of each other, since childhood, throughout their high school, till now, excelled in their respective fields, yet madly in love with each other. Sounds crazy!