Don T Touch Me Manga Novels & Stories

I was so shocked that I grabbed my hand and shouted. "Don't touch me!" The maids quickly went to check us. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I breathe heavily. "W-water" I said. Someone handed me water and I saw It was him. I immediately took and drank it. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'm okay." Out of breath I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ---" "I still don't want to eat because I'm still full and I have to look at something now. So please, don't touch me"

“Let go of me.” “You can tell me and maybe I can help,” he asked as he kept his hold on me. “Stop! Please, let go.” I said with my voice rising, and I still try to fight against his hold. “Not until you calmed down.” He retorts. I felt my chest tighten as I pulled my arm away with my whole body before feeling out of breath again. “No! Don't touch me!" I said, beginning to yell. “Stop!”

he said with his hands still resting on my shoulders. "You see, you're just sixteen in the mundane world. But in Narte Fantasia, you are already a full-grown woman." Cool explained and I felt his hand taking my hair that was covering my neck aside. Full-grown woman. I thought my parents were just being sentimental way back before all of this happened, but it turned out that I was really already an adult here. "And this," He gently tilted my head sideways and I immediately heard myself gasp upon seeing the blue moving dragon tattoo just below my left ear.

He rushed towards me, and I was so afraid that I landed on the ground. He walked towards me. "Please don't hurt me," I whispered in pain and fear. "You touched me." He was disturbed and tried to justify. You touched me. What does had mean by that? He doesn't like to be touched? Then he should have a tattoo on his forehead... Don't touch me written on it. But there's no point in it. I don't want to waste any time over Chandler Lyons. I tried to stand up, and he touched me this time. I couldn't control myself, so I slapped his face.

“Don’t touch me…” I rasped, shoving weakly at his chest. My wet hand slid off his shirt. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. “Jesus! Miley, are you okay?” He hadn't heard me at all, and his hands hovered before carefully sliding under my arms. “You’re shaking.” “I said don’t touch me!” I snapped, the words raw and brittle. But my voice was barely stronger than a whisper. He didn’t listen. Of course he didn’t! That bastard

“I didn’t see you there.” Danzo looked me up and down, his eyes lingering a bit too long, making my skin crawl. “Well, look at you,” he said, his voice low, his tone unsettling. “All dressed up like a queen.” I forced a polite smile, trying to push aside the discomfort rising in my chest. “Thank you,” I muttered, trying to move past him, but he stepped closer, blocking my way. His eyes, dark and predatory, made me uneasy. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face. The touch was slow, deliberate, and it sent a shiver down my spine—not the good kind. I froze, my heart racing as his fingers lingered a moment too long on my cheek. I didn’t like it.

"Then please tell me. Maybe I can help." "Don't. Fucking. Touch." With full force, he yanks himself from my grip, making me hit the hard ground.

He turned to face me, his countenance not giving anything off. “Hello, brother,” he says with a smirk. Despite being injured, he had the nerve to look triumphant. Donovan knows that if there’s one thing that could break me, it was seeing another man touch my mate or harass her. He didn’t get to have sex with her before I arrived, but he’d touched her inappropriately in ways I could never forgive. One particular picture would never leave my mind, he’d had one hand on her breast and the other inside his pants. I growled without realizing it. If I’d not arrived when I did…..

I back away like he’s a ball of flame and spits irritatedly, “Don’t touch me” His hand hangs in the air and I move further back. There’s this weird silence between us and he’s also gone stone still. “I don’t know what you want with me, but you’ve got no right and permission to touch me. And stop following me…you’re creeping me out.”

My head looked up as I bit my bottom lip because of the pleasure he was giving me now. He looked at me as he grabbed the end of my spaghetti strap. He tore it up, which added to the tension I was feeling now. Fuck, I'm very sure I'm wet down there already. He also tore my bra. He stared at it for a few seconds before grabbing it. One was mouthful while the other was holding his hand. "Ughhh, J-Jake..." I can't help but moan his name because of the sensation I'm feeling right now.