Don't Touch That Book Novels & Stories

The book I was holding crashed to the floor, and I flinched because it was a new book and I would hate it if it got any scratches or worse, got torn. I grumble out in frustration, annoyed at my carelessness and his sudden stop before bending down to pick the book, except Zion had bent down at the same time, and we reached for the book together, so our hands touched, and I jolted away from the current that flows from our hands at the touching point.

Here have it “ he handed over a book to me. These book contains list of dos and don’t during your stay here. If by any means you break any of these rules, be ready to face the consequences. I raised my head to look at him’ Is this guy for real? I knew he was crazy but damn! A full book containing rules and regulations ?? I opened the first page to take glance and he read took his time to put these together . • Do not come close to me except I ask you to •Do not touch anything that doesn’t belong to you in this house

"I don't care about your wealth... I just want to know.. something else," "What is it?" "a book. There was a book on my counter.... did you touch it?" Wren thought about it. In fact, he had seen a leather-bound book on his counter. He had touched it and even opened it. 'Shit did I leave some stains on it... or did I tear it...' He was quite cautious about what to answer. "Did you open it or not?" "Are you going to punish me if I did?" Wren whispered ever so softly.

Kathleen glances at me surreptitiously, “if you are planning to sneak that book out, don’t bother. No book can leave the premises without being detected. It’s some kind of weird magic thing here.” I look at the book. It’s got too many pages torn from it to be considered useful. “I had no such plan.” I get to my feet, returning the book to its rightful shelf. Kathleen just trails after me, and when she opens her mouth, I quickly say, “Let’s not discuss this.” On seeing the reluctance on her face, I say tightly, “Ever.” Fortunately, Kathleen just nods and smiles and follows me out of the room. However, there is a niggling sense of fear within me. Does she know?

he asked me and I knew sooner or later someone would come by to ask me. I didn't want to talk back to him, but I can tell he was waiting for a response. “Yes,” I answered. I tried not to look at him, but I was also trying to not be so close to him. I ignored my books on the floor because I was scared that he would try to do something if I reached out to them. “So, you hate being touched? Is that it?” he asked as he reached a handout and I quickly moved my chair back.

She kept looking at the disappearing figure of her daughter as if she had already her precious baby girl. “Very good. You are on time.” Dankein hauled up from his seat and grabbed the nag Scarlet was carrying. He peeked inside and found a ridiculously huge book covering almost the whole of her backpack. He was about to touch the book when Evanora's words reverberated in his ears, “Don’t touch the book with your hands. If needed, use a cloth. There must be a barrier between the book and you. The only people allowed to touch it are Scarlet, Emerald, and the Old Dead Emperor kn this material world.”

“If you think I stole it then you can check it and return it yourself.” He flinched like I’d thrown fire at him. His hands twitched but didn’t reach. His eyes locked on it with fury and terror. “I can’t.” My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. “What do you mean you can’t?” “Nobody in the Kingdom can touch it without burning Aqua. That book holds secrets…..” he groaned. “But one can touch it, not even the witches or wizards.” I picked the book up again and held it tighter, half wishing it would burn me just to prove him right. I really hope it's not the same situation I had with the Core Fang. I can't go through that all over again.

Only five books were not too thick. “Is this all you have here?” Her eyes narrow. “Yes, these are books you might borrow, Miss.” Her frown grew even more when she heard his explanation. She sighed, then nodded as she said, “Okay, thanks.” When she was about to touch the book, her hand stopped midair. “I won’t get hurt from touching it, right?” “No, Miss. You will be fine.” Although she had doubts, in the end she touched the cover of the book with a trembling hand, and nothing happened after she touched it. She let out a sigh of relief.

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.”

I can feel his touch as he cleans me, but it's nothing sensual, but delicate. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform