Forehead Touching

This is the heart touching story of three beautiful peoples Dhiya, Akshadh & Janu. Dhiya and Akshadh are Famous Oncologists by profession. Janu is a Social worker. How these three peoples get connected? What will happen if Dhiya and Janu falls for Akshadh? Whom did Akshadh choose to be with his life partner? Who is the sufferrer? What did the destiny plan for them? Let's together travel with the beautiful journey of love...

The three hells!! Handsome, intelligent, tall and rich . Filthy rich. Cruel and devious in their dealings. Womanizer The utter type. They were enjoying the ways of life untill it all changed. The tables turned and the tide change. Their mother, Alicia Gerald a great disciplinarian and a no nonsense woman who has little tolerance for irresponsibility came. All the way from Italy to Newland "Get yourselves a serious girlfriend" she said to them The wanted to protest but couldn't. At the sight of that smile lurking on her lips. That old smile!! They lowered their head in submission as cold sweat broke out on their forehead Then it all began!! The search for a serious girlfriend

Difficult events in Alicia's life led her to a school for werewolves. How will her fate among the hostile strange creatures? She is confused, but does not give up. The fighting spirit of the girl helps to reveal incredible secrets. And, of course, in the new school, she will meet a domineering mysterious guy, whom everyone is afraid of ... ... I pressed my forehead against the cold glass of a black tinted car. Outside the window, blurring into one indistinct picture, the trees of an unfamiliar dense forest flashed by. “I was taught not to get into a car with strangers, so where are they taking me now?” I thought belatedly. Despair mingled with fear, making her heart race.

Laila, a girl sleeping alone is haunted by a voice. A dark, manipulative voice of a man. That voice petrifies the girl in her sleep. As if the voice were touching her in a place no one touched before. Blaze deVile is a werewolf under his mask. He works as a lecture, just to make his intention of a certain girl can go smoothly. Blaze deVile being a devil himself haunts the life of a human girl, called Laila.

A girl was sitting on her bed. Her forehead covered with sweat was indicating the amount of fear which was making her stomach churn and heart beat go wild. She knew for sure that maybe these days she was luckily survived….but today is the last day she is breathing….she is alive. Maybe that was the last time she had seen the love of her life…the reason for her life. Before she could think anything, the door burst open revealing her nightmare. "Welcome again,Sweetheart. " Ankita Sharma was living her life peacefully with her parents and sister….. But one night….one single night changed everything…..every single thing.

Jackson steps in front of me, his strong hands cupping my face as he brings his forehead to mine. “I want to replace it. I want to take all your nightmares and turn them into something beautiful, the way you’ve done for me. I just need you to trust me. You think you can do that?” I was only looking at how he gently held me with his huge hands. Considering his bulk frame, I was like a fragile glass he was holding. I don't know why but my heart did skip a beat, but I had to swallow it up and pretend that I didn't feel it.

Fernanda is an A plus college student looking for means to fund her tuition due to her recent loss making her an orphan, she takes up a job as a waitress landing her in the arms of CEO and playboy Gavin Velazquez because he decided no other man but himself should have the pleasure of touching her. Gavin's thirst for Fernanda grows and they end up with an unexpected surprise. Torn by the news, Fernanda is left to choose whether she should roll with it or focus on her studies.

Sabrina Montezar has a rare case of a mental condition in which her sexual urges increases and uncontrolled. Once she felt her libido taking over, there is no question of place or time, she can't stop touching herself. There is no cure for this but her doctor has theories, that she may try and see if there will be some positive results to lighten her urges. This is: to have sex! But she is a virgin! What is the cause of her unknown disease? What can cure her? Or is it who? Find out. Read more...

I slid under his arms, seeking a safe place to catch my breath. I noticed a playful smile on his lips, but I chose to ignore it. "Will the transformation hurt?" I lowered my gaze and whispered. "First, your bones start to break, sending you to the ground," his eyes were closed. "Then, thick fur will grow all over your body. The limb stretching, I think that's the most thrilling part of the pain." The Alpha teased with a flicker of his tongue before continuing. "Next comes the shortening of the snout and the development of sharp claws and fangs." "Will I become irrational?" I covered my mouth, trying to control the knot that had formed in my throat. "How do you control it?" Laughing, he had already reached me and pulled me close, digging his claws not too deeply into my hip, causing a painful moan. "It takes strength, training, and having the goddess on your side, human..." He withdrew his claws, leaving only a long scratch, and returned to my chin, scratching it and collecting a drop of blood. He licked it and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be here throughout your trial..." "To make sure I die?" With tears in my eyes, I took a few more steps towards his dangerous game, realizing that his breathing was slightly heavier. "You remind me a lot of her," he murmured, pressing his forehead against mine. "To ensure your transformation doesn't get out of control and to witness the deity's choice." With more pressure on my forehead, he forced me to take a few steps back in pain.

It was on our wedding night when my husband stole my heartblood to save his childhood sweetheart. His lips were on my forehead as his dagger carved my chest open. "Good girl. This is the last time, I promise," he breathed bewitchingly, his scalding tears dripping on my skin. "Once she's better, let's consummate our marriage." That was what he said, but I had heard it countless times before. In my despair, I used my last ounce of strength to tug on his sleeve. He urgently drained my blood to save another woman, not even looking my way as he did. What he didn't know was that it was my last drop of heartblood. And I was going to die.