Don't Touch The 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.

He ordered when he saw us taking a step forward to approach him. We stayed where we were as he got down on the floor to get a better look at the book. His hands were mostly covered in bandages so he simply reached for the book as we all watched in anticipation. I had half expected something sinister to crawl out of the book but no such thing happened. He simply touched the leather cover of the book and ran his finger over the spine. The bandages on his hand came in handy as he did not touch the book directly. “Yes, just like I predicted, it has turned into the book of the dark” Xenos spoke grimly while trying not to touch the book.

I plead but she quickly turn around to face me. "Do it now" she states. I look at her in shock, I can't remember the last time I touched that book. I walk to the nightstand close to my bed, opening the drawer, I grab the book and hesitantly walk towards her. "If it doesn't open, I'm taking my book"

I despise him so much and it is so hard to hide from this world when you know that every corner of this Academy is shouting Cayden's name. We just went to the shelves and I looked for a book to read because. I was thoroughly checking the books when I touched a book and it felt like I was suddenly electrocuted so I immediately let go. Shit, is this what they call static? I was curious, I looked at the book and I raised my hand again to touch it and this time I was not electrocuted. I took the book and looked. It is a brownish color book with moleskin. It looks old but still, it is in a good condition. I just read the title of the book.

I despise him so much and it is so hard to hide from this world when you know that every corner of this Academy is shouting Cayden's name. We just went to the shelves and I looked for a book to read because. I was thoroughly checking the books when I touched a book and it felt like I was suddenly electrocuted so I immediately let go. Shit, is this what they call static? I was curious, I looked at the book and I raised my hand again to touch it and this time I was not electrocuted. I took the book and looked. It is a brownish color book with moleskin. It looks old but still, it is in a good condition. I just read the title of the book.

Hidden behind a false image It didn't seem as powerful as in it's true form "Don't touch this book if you aren't powerful enough." I stated as I grabbed the forbidden spells book to make sure it had everything in it. Alex reached over and grabbed at it burning his hand in the process. "Shit." Alex cursed. I swiped at his hands making the burns go away.

She sighs "What if he finds out," I said "Then that means death for me" She shrugs "That's scary" I shook my head opening the book "Rule no.1, do not look into his eyes when serving him or whenever you are with him" I read out loud "I can help you know," Nicole said taking the book from me before I can reject "Okay" I agreed since I know it may be a great chance for me to know the rules quick "You already read the first rule so I don't need to re-read it again," She said

I felt a surge of excitement and reached for the book, my fingers trembling slightly. As I touched the cover, I felt a thrill of anticipation. I was about to open the book when a voice behind me spoke out, its tone firm and commanding. "Stop." I froze, my hand hovering over the book.

That meant someone had touched it recently. I bent down and picked it up. On the cover, faint silver letters read: Confidential: Do Not Touch My fingers tightened around it. Why would someone hide this behind ordinary accounting books? I glanced at the door to check if no one was there. Slowly, I opened the first page. A sharp knock suddenly interrupted me. The book slipped from my hands and hit the floor. “Miss Aria?” a guard called from outside. “Yes?” I answered, heart racing. “The Don wants you in his study. Now.”

The front of his sweatpants is heavily tented, the thick, rigid shape of his cock pressing hard and protesting against the fabric. Without thinking, my hand reaches out to touch him. Before my fingers can brush the cotton of his pants, his hand shoots out, catching my wrist in a hard, unyielding grip. “Don’t you,” he says. “I want to—” I breathe. “Hands off. Don’t touch me,” he snaps coldly. He places my hand back down on the counter beside my hip, his eyes locking onto mine, burning like black coals in the dim kitchen. Why? Why doesn’t he let me touch him? Even now? Is it a crime?