A Touch Of Heaven Book Novels & Stories

But it was impossible to forget how soothing his voice was. Then his touch, his lips on my skin, the way he looked at me like he actually saw me, not the rich, spoiled brat everyone knows... It meant everything to me. But he was gone now, and I had to accept that it was just a fling and nothing else. For a second, I nurtured the thought of stopping this car and disappearing, but that too was a joke... My last name is Sterling, and vanishing isn't part of the privileges I get to enjoy.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Six — “What the Fire Left Behind” The door clicked shut, and Evelyn stood frozen on the other side, her hand still gripping the handle like it might turn back time. Her breath left in shallow bursts, eyes stinging as the weight of what she'd just done pressed down on her chest. She hadn’t just shut him out. She had carved a line in fire between them—and for once, it didn’t make her feel powerful.

"Elara." She set the book aside. “Yes?” “I’m scared.” “Of what?” “That I’ll lose this. You.” “You won’t,” she said softly, moving to sit beside him. He looked at her like she was the only thing left holding him to the earth. His voice trembled. “What if I’m never fully healed?” She placed her hand on his chest, right over his heart. “You are healing. Every day. You’re already more than what they left behind.”

He let go of her hand as she approached the display and reached out to gently touch the glass. “It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Look at all those tiny baby clothes…” Something stirred inside Matthew as he watched her, especially the way her eyes softened in a mixture of wonder, sadness, and nostalgia. In that moment, a wave of tenderness and sorrow washed over him, especially when he remembered what had happened in the original timeline. He reached for her hand again and squeezed it warmly. “Do you want to go inside?” he asked gently. “We could take a look around if you want.”

I need to earn her trust back. Tears flowed down her cheeks and I wiped it away using my bare hands but it couldn't stop flowing. Hazel leaned for more of my touch and there was no doubt she was longing for my touch as much as I longed for hers….

she whispered and smiled happily. “Mon amour, you gave me the entire Universe. Tonight, I’m going to take you to the edge of Heaven. Again, and again.’ And that was all that needed to be said. - THE END -

I turn to him as I explain and he listens attentively. “She touched you?” He asks me, and I can tell that he already knows who I am talking about. All my hallucinations are about her, but this one felt the most real. I could even smell her perfume, that is how real it was. “She did, her touch was magical and I would do anything to feel that again,” I tell him truthfully and he smiles warmly. “Have you been hearing negative voices in your head?” Chad asks and I wag my head as to say no.

**WARNING. This chapter includes scenes of attempted sexual assault and may be triggering to some readers. Readers are advised.*** The first half of the party was amazing, I almost forgot that I was at a completely different house, and I wasn’t back at my brother’s. Jake was nice enough to ask what I drank and got me a case of twisted tea in advance, which allowed me to quickly let loose and forget all the drama between Aiden and me.

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

20 minutes pass, and I have maybe turned 3 pages while Shea has become sucked into whatever she's reading, turning pages faster and faster. "What book did you pick?" I ask finally. She lifts scandalized eyes to meet mine. "I had no idea you looked books like this." She says finally. "I haven't actually read it yet, what is it?" She closes the book and I peer at the cover. 'A Touch of Darkness' I remember picking the book up, but I don't think I read the dust jacket. I half crawl down to the bottom of the bed where she is laying and peer over her shoulder to read the page she's holding in my direction.