Romans & histoires You You The Other Half Of Me

Luna came closer, resting a gentle hand on my shoulder. ‎ ‎“I know what it’s like to want answers,” she said softly. Her touch was warm, steady. “Sometimes the truth is the only thing that can set you free.” ‎ ‎Her words pierced me. ‎ ‎Then she whispered, almost like it was meant for me, “Two halves make a whole, right?” ‎ ‎I stilled. My heart skipped. Slowly, I lifted my head. “What did you just say?” ‎ ‎Luna blinked. “Two halves make a whole.”

“Hey babe.” I froze. No one called me babe, so who was this voice? I heard a soft chuckle. “No, you don’t know me. But I’m the other half of you. I’m your wolf.” Then it clicked. My wolf. Wait, I was a wolf. I was a wolf!

Thank you, God, Has brought together Carve out a trail of happiness ~ Alisya

I try to say. "But what?" he interrupts me, but he's not upset, he's still just as calm. "You're filling your head with stupid ideas again." With his fingers he taps my forehead. "No, I'm just thinking..." His lips land on mine. "I love you sweetheart, Clara loves you and for her you are enough, no matter what others may think, she is happy with two daddies." I hook my arms around her neck. "I love you too, I'm sorry for those stupid ideas that fill my head, I was just afraid that again I will be plagued by this." I reciprocate the kiss sim embarrassed to be seen by anyone else.

"The rest of your soul is here, it seems you are not so miserable that you have to despair." Adela immediately jumped in her mind, she stood up in surprise and hastily asked the man who was saying: "Who are you?" "I am the master of the world in which you exist. As long as you want, I will help you...out smoothly." The other person was still very patient, using the same gentle voice as at first, adding. It's just that this one word came out in a voice that still had a bit of a mystical feeling that was hard to describe.

Yes, but it is so much more than that. What do you mean? I’m not sure how to explain it. I think some of it is because you have two separate parts in you that you do not feel the bond in the same way. We are literally their other half. Their soulmate. Do you feel the pull of the bond that way?

She half whispered, moisture forming around her eyes suddenly. "No," A teardrop rolled down one side of my cheek as the image of her blurred in my vision. "I'll never be able live with myself if something happened to you along the way. Besides you're Matteo's mate, my best friend but still his mate. You can't make decisions like that without putting him into consideration."

Arlet dragged her to a room and Amelia followed. "What are you both doing?" Melody roared. "You said you were feeling hot didn't you?" Arlet asked smirking. Melody stared at her as the second pang of betrayal hit her. Arlet didn't look sad or drunk now, she looked like a witch! "I guess the glasses of aphrodisiac you gulped down greedily has set in. You must be feeling really hot and horny, is it itchy down there?", Arlet said cackling wickedly.

Curiosity had gotten the better of me, and against my better judgment, I found myself standing in the dimly lit room, surrounded by shadows and the lingering scent of danger. A flickering lightbulb cast an eerie glow, illuminating a figure standing across from me. It was her—my twin. Her eyes, once filled with mischief, were now hardened with the weight of the world. There was a darkness in her gaze, a chilling aura that sent shivers down my spine. "Who are you?" I managed to whisper, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and fascination. She smirked, a wicked smile curling her lips. "I'm your other half, the one they never told you about."