Novel & Cerita Don't Touch The Book

His touch is featherlight, intending to distract me from what is supposedly so important. “What are you doing?” I grit out, feeling the heat of his stare on me. “I’m touching you," he murmurs. Shaking my head, I don't bother brushing him off, secretly enjoying his touch. Instead, I focus on the words before me, which are quickly revealing the topic of this book, which isn't relevant at all. “This book has nothing to do with a cure," I mutter, pushing it away. “I know. I just wanted you close." He smirks. I've never experienced someone so brazenly seeking my attention, my affection. It's a strange, and yet strangely enjoyable feeling.

The events played back in her mind as she turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature--her back up against the cool tile, her legs wrapped around Nicolai's lean hips while his hard length pounded into her. Her hand slipped toward the apex of her thighs when she remembered Nicolai's firm command before he'd left her -- 'Don't forget the rule, moya khoroshaya, no touching yourself without me, even with reading these books, da?'--she wondered if it counted if she was thinking about him and not one of the hot men from her romance books. She chuckled at herself but decided not to chance it. She wanted to remain on the good girl list, at least for now.

They hit the floor with a clatter, pages fluttering like startled birds. “Shit,” I muttered, bending to grab them. He crouched beside me, his arm brushing mine. “Careful. These are rare.” Our hands touched as we reached for the same volume, his fingers rough and warm against my skin. I pulled back, but not before a spark shot up my arm. He straightened first, holding the book out to me. “Here and next time, maybe don't make so much noise.” I took it, our eyes meeting again. There was something in his stare…amusement? Hunger? “I wasn't trying to,” I whispered, my voice barely audible in the dim space.

He reached out to touch a figurine on the table. I subdued the growl that was at the back of my tongue. “You shouldn’t touch anything without my permission.” His finger paused. “I paid for the room.” “But not for my stuff. Move.” He touched it anyways, then a mini globe. His fingers went round the sphere tenderly, as if romancing it. He moved on to the stack of books next. “Zane,” I warned. “Zane. Don’t touch my stuff.” He cocked his head, eyes twinkling. “What you gonna do about it?”

NEW STORY , DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE A REVIEW AND COMMENT. ENJOY...... Nico sat cross-legged on my bed, sipping what was left of the beer, watching me shuffle around the room picking up trash. Her skirt had ridden up a bit exposing more of her thighs. I pretended not to notice and concentrated on stacking discarded plastic cups and tossing them in the wastebasket. I finally got to my bookshelf and was, at last, able to reshuffle the textbooks into the correct order. The urge to touch them seven times almost overwhelmed me but I fought it successfully. Only crazy people touch things like that. When I looked at her I saw she had a curious expression on her face.

Theodore looked at him excitedly, "really, I can come here anytime I wish?" "Of course, you can read all the books here". Then Alistair pointed to some books in a glass shelf, "but you can't read those books. You shouldn't even touch them". Theodore looked at the books Alistair had forbidden him to touch,there was nothing particularly noteworthy about the books. They were encased in plain leather coverings, why had Alistair forbidden him to touch them? "Why shouldn't I read them? What do they contain?", Alistair flicked his forehead.

There was silence in the library, silence in which only Camila's agitated breathing could be heard. His hands were shaking, he wanted to see what he had behind him, but he remembered what a person told him one day: When you feel a presence near you, don't turn around, that's what they want you to do, so they will mark you as theirs and it will be difficult for them to leave you alone, you know why? Because they memorize your face. They look your fears in your eyes, so whatever you do, don't turn around, always go straight.

Athena stared up at him like he has gone nuts, “that’s impossible!” “It’s very possible,” he said and placed the book on her head, “don’t touch it and don’t try to hold it steady with your hand. Start,” he turned her around, “remember, it must not fall off from your head.” Athena wiggled a little, trying to keep the book steady, she took a step, her eyeballs up, trying to watch the book and at the same time, keep it from falling. “You are walking like ugly duckling, Athena, stand straight, keep your back straight, your head held high and arms by your side then take your steps and not so sluggishly like a slug.”

I asked looking at him-" What you want then?" He smiled and got up from his chair and started walking towards me slowly. His gaze was looking straight into my soul. I looked at him nervously and gulped as I started going backward a little. He stopped at a certain distance and said while giving a playful expression-" Mmm... Good question, Well as for Memoir, this is a forbidden book" He held the book up while looking at it carefully as he continued-" if principal Dunston would come to know about this... you guys could get in trouble." Jenny smiled as she replied-" I used the invisible spell to take the book, don't worry"

You can read the book for curiosity's sake but not reading the book will not disturb the flow of the story so enjoy ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *