Ais Touchstarved Novels & Stories

I, you got a self governed internet. ".…What are you doing??…". Just as I finished sorting the gold bars that now has filled the entire warehouse, my phone became extremely hot in my pants. Looking at it, I saw pages of web pages opened and close. [Downloading information's…it's quite disturbing in here..looked at my new looks..I made myself and avatar..]. (T.A.S) T.A.S now has made an avatar of himself, he copied the looks of Alf#@$ from Bat%&n.

STAR After all the excitement that I had two days ago, I'm glad to have nothing but the rooms to clean and washing the dishes after the cook is done, yeah that's what I'm used to, all I'm missing is CYN she hasn't say anything to me since that man rejected us

How is it that when I feel their skin touching my own it gives me this burning sensation and I just can’t bear it the longer it lingers. I'm a sixteen-year-old teen boy who completely hates to be touched, has social anxiety, and to top it off, all I wanted to do was to live a normal life as quietly as I could. Living this way has grown so exhausting with each and every single day passing that I didn't want my mom to worry about me just for today. I'm going to try to push myself more because I have to... I was getting sick of the terror in this world that I’m not sure I’m capable of loving, and I didn’t even know how it felt to touch someone without being terror. Could there be a much simpler

“STRIP.” Tessa’s phone was back up in front of her face. “Don’t worry, Dirty Rosey. You’ll be so famous, you’ll not have time for any more tricks.” “W-What do you mean?” Christy scoffed a sneer and released me with a shove. “‘Lust With Me’ website—heard of it?” New terror coursed through me. That sounds like a porn website. No….. Tessa laughed heartily. “We’ll do a good intro video of you, Dirty Rosey….”

“And if I want more than professional distance?” Her pulse betrayed her. “Then you’ll have to earn it,” she said. “Without hiding behind power.” For a moment, it felt like he might kiss her. Instead, he stepped back. That restraint that choice hit her harder than any touch could have. The statement went live. Clean. Direct. Unavoidable. Clara Evans operates independently of Vale Industries and the Vale Foundation. Any suggestion otherwise is inaccurate. The reaction was immediate. Support. Speculation. Backlash. And then, A leak.

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.

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….

An aura of life being ripped apart and trying to get through without falling over. “Fine. But you’re cooking all day and I’m unpacking alone. Don’t get under my feet. Now where’s my food, I’m hungry.” TangShi shrugged out of his gentle hold, her tone bold but only half serious. Uncomfortable with his close proximity that seemed too intimate and pulled back to give him a wide berth in search of what she could smell. Knowing touch and close interaction would be her undoing so she would avoid it as best she could form now on.

I'm hungry. - Go to eat, then get in the car, and just stand there. His driving speed is not average, just say the level of dodging and wriggling must be ranked in the top, he is number two, no one is number one. Lang Tinh hugged his toned abs, leaned close to his face and rested his head on his hard shoulders, listening to his breathing. That moment really made her feel strangely peaceful. The speed made her forget the fatigue, he helped her fill the nostalgia.

He had spent hours attempting new recipes just to make meals she might like. "I didn't manage to get ribs today, so you'll have to settle for what I could put together," he said apologetically. Maya nodded and dug in, clearly disappointed but too hungry to care. Charles sat beside her, watching the way she devoured the food, feeling a pang in his chest. Just a month away, and his little foodie had wasted away. She was thinner. Paler. And exhausted in a way that no amount of sleep could fix. And still, she pined for Oscar.