You You The Other Half Of Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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?

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.

The combination of their coolness and unusual color adds to my allure, making me truly extraordinary. ‘We are truly beautiful and unique, Jinx,’ I tell her in excitement. “Skyler, I'm just half of who you are. There's another part of you that remains hidden, waiting to be discovered. However, this hidden part won't reveal itself until we find our soulmate,” Jinx asserts with unwavering confidence. This statement leaves me perplexed, as I struggle to comprehend which other half she is referring to and who exactly she is talking about.

“Come on. Focus on me. Don’t let go.” I pressed my palm against the altar, feeling its ancient surface pulse beneath my touch. The Heart surged, sending waves of heat and cold spiraling through my body. My vision blurred. For a moment, I wasn’t in the Citadel anymore. I was standing in a vast, endless field beneath a shattered moon. She stood opposite me—my other half—smiling faintly. “You can’t hold it alone,” she said. “You have to share it.” “With who?” I asked, though I already knew.

"It's just that you, damn it, you manage to bring all my parts together and make me all yours. You manage to pull me out of the darkness and into your light. You make me feel like the happiest person in the world just by being by your side. We are a whole, you and I, two incomplete halves that fit together perfectly. You make the little become absurdly much and fill me in every possible way. You, only you, make my life so sunny, and without you, I feel completely cloudy."

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I murmur and she melts into my touch. I am so grateful she allows me this affection now. I've never enjoyed kissing and touching, it was only a means to an end, but the feel of her against me, the way every dip and curve seems to fit me. I always thought it was cheesy the way mates said they completed each other, but Hannah really is my other half.

Her tone was serious. Jet already blabbered about a few things. What she needed right now was answers. I would give it to her. But would it render their silly lunch date unnecessary? "Because," I replied calmly. "It's the only way to awaken your other half. She seeks to come out." To meet me. "My other half," she repeated gently, her eyes, distant. "Is that the same as the wolf Jet mentioned?" I nodded, "Yes."

“Your wolf.” Okay, a moment to think about this whole thing. Caroline says the voice in my head is my wolf that's eventually going to take over when it wants to. Should I be freaked out? “My wolf.” I repeat it like it’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever said or said—because it actually is. “So it's like… a pet? Or a roommate? Or—” “It’s you. Just… the other half.” “Other half, huh?” I tilt my head. “Does my ‘other half’ have a name?”