Yoursoul Stories

✦I'll pour my soul over a new notebook, that will be meant for you, even after we'll never talk with each others and I've no clue how long it'll take. You'll be next to me all this time, but to know that you read the words, that are you're own mirror of the mind, soul, vibe and voice.

"If a poem hasn't ripped your soul apart, you haven't experience poetry" Said Edgar Allan Poe. We have to work, get a job, be productive to get us through life, But art, poetry, and love is what we live for........

[Abandoned Work - Unfinished and Discontinued] **Edited version of this story is currently published. Also unfinished and discontinued. Apologies... Description: Sharp, pale, golden eyes roved over me. "Humans. They disgust me. But their souls... their souls are the only thing they have that pleases me..." Cold fingers made their way under my chin, tilting my head to the side as it studied me. "Your soul... is mine." :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: D/C: I do not own assassination classroom nor any of its characters aside from the plot and my OCs. Warning(s): « Bad language » « Mentions depression and suicidal thoughts » « Child abuse » « May contain other triggering topics... » « Demon x Human » :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: » Published on May 20, 2018 » Last updated on June 3, 2020

The Way Snowflakes Fall, a novel by The Boudoir. "My darling, you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul." They were both waiting for their epic love story even if they didn't know it. Callum Steele; He was rough around the edges, ink edged into his skin like the scars on his soul. They called him The Beast because of the things he had done, but she saw through this; she saw him. Madelyn Brooks; She was an angel, her wings were a little tilted, and her halo set aflame, oh but she was an angel in her heart. Everyone knew her as a sweet girl but they hadn't seen the things she's gone through. They didn't know what made her so strong, but he saw through that; he saw her.