A Touch Of Chaos Novels & Stories

To feel better, I began to watch youtube videos online until I see a notification of Chaos' webpage come up, I immediately click on it hearing Chaos say "It's your girl, C to the H to the O... Or something like that, whatever, I don't know how to sleep it but it's me! And im at this awesome party that I know you wish to be in but you're too not cool to be seen around him, awwn cheer up buddy...." I smile as she continues talking, rambling about how her day and had gone and how excited she was to see me before she says "And guess what? Something forbidden is happening right now, come see!" She's suddenly walking around series of rooms and I can see alot of teenagers making out and using some

I'm single! I just made a face. Sweetness overload, gross. Why there are couples like that? I can't imagine doing those things together with my partner. Like kissing the parts of your body in public?! Err, I can't imagine that thing and it's really, really, really gross! Goodness. I guess my stomach's twitching every time I thimk that so I should stop thinking that. When Klev finally left the place, I looked at Kiah. "Good thing Klev brought you here, " she started.

Nothing. No wonder everything I touched turned to ruin. ***** Soundtrack for the following chapter is “Nightmare” by Nathan Wagner

And the man who said I belonged to somebody else. Was this all an arrangement from the beginning? Was I ever simply… Amelia? Or was I under control of something older, bloodier, and entirely outside her grasp? I leaned forward. To breathe. But the room turns suddenly. My head pounded. My hands shuddered. The hearth's borders blurred. I blinked. Hard. stabilizing myself took a lot work. I tried reaching for the glass of water, but my fingers were too slow, too numb. It slipped from my hand and broke on the rug.

That got my eyes slowly dimming at his touch with my body moving to his rhythm. His finger came down to my shirt, slowly unbuttoning them one at a time. "Don't you have a meeting to attend to?" I asked, gradually drifting into his charm. When he unhooked the fourth button, i felt his hand going under my top, reaching for my right boob. His hand came around it, giving a gentle squeeze, causing my body to sway at his touch. "The meeting can wait." His lips came down on my neck with kisses, trailing my skin with his tempting and Icy touch.

Could he not watch where he was going? Ignoring him, she bent to retrieve the contents of her purse scattered on the floor. “Here let me help with that” The man said, bending to pick up a pen, just about the same time Yvonne was going to reach for it and their fingers touched. Yvonne froze, her hand suspended midair. At his touch, a slam of shock, almost like electricity, hit her so hard she trembled at the impact, and her wolf howled loudly in her head in joy.

Then slowly his free hand settled at my waist. Not gripping. Not pulling. Simply resting there, the warmth of his palm bleeding through the thin fabric of my top. Three seconds. Maybe four. Long enough for the contact to register in every nerve ending I possessed. Long enough for my breath to catch once, audibly, before I locked it down again. The touch was light. It burned anyway. He removed his hand as deliberately as he had placed it and stepped back, restoring the professional distance in a single motion. The absence of his palm felt louder than the contact had.

He takes the plate, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, “We’ll see.” We sit at the table, and for a few blissful seconds, there’s only the sound of forks scraping against plates. But of course, I can’t leave well enough alone. “So,” I say between bites, “about this no touching rule…” He groans. “Not this again.” “I’m just saying—it’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? We’re adults. We can survive the occasional accidental brush of the arm.” “It’s not dramatic,” he says flatly. “It’s simple. No touching means no lines get crossed.”

Sensation rose in slow waves, moving through my body and leaving my limbs unsteady. Fear and anticipation twisted together inside me, my resolve rocking between them. He approached without haste, holding me from behind as his hands moved from my waist to my chest. The pressure of his touch intensified everything. I felt myself grow weak, as though my body were yielding to it. It was the first time a man had touched me in this way, and the first time my body reacted without my understanding. The pleasure rose gradually, wearing down my resistance as it spread. Then he released me.

He asked, his voice deeper than natural. His right hand unfisted, gracing her bare skin as it reached her neck, and with his thumb, he rubbed the mark on her neck. Electricity erupted through her body; that's all it took to make her forget what she had intended to confront him about. His touch was cold and refreshing on her hot skin, like a cold glass of water after being in the Sahara desert for a year. 'Was it hot in here?' Her breath came out raspy, it was beginning to become hard to breathe, and she wasn't sure why. Well, she knew why? His being this near her affected her in ways she couldn't explain, worst this time around than ever before.