How To Break The Touch Barrier Novels & Stories

“Oops. Already broke that one.” My throat tightened. This girl was going to make me lose my job, my sanity, and maybe my soul. She leaned forward, close enough that I smelled her — warm coffee, jasmine, and trouble. “Rule six,” I forced out, struggling to breathe evenly. “Don’t touch me without permission.” “Oh?” she asked lightly. “Already broke that too.” I blinked. “When?” “When you grabbed my wrist,” she said, leaning closer with that wicked little smile. “So technically… you broke it.”

I returned to the painting, the air charged now with something molten. I painted harder. Rougher. Like I was fucking the canvas instead of painting it. My strokes grew urgent, messy, wild. I smeared red over the mouth. Darkened the eyes. Made the nipples stand out hard and bruised. My legs trembled, and my core throbbed. I could feel moisture trickle down the inside of my thigh, and I didn’t wipe it away. I wanted him to see what he’d done to me without even laying a finger. “I need a break,” I gasped.

"Will you stop being egoistical and listen? There is an invisible barrier. I checked it and confirmed. Even I cannot enter. Our only advantage is that even they do not know of this barrier. Yet. The person who put it up is already in captivity. She is our prisoner now. She set it up quietly, without anyone's knowledge. So we still have an advantage." I pause a while and hear murmurs of approval. I am glad that this took their dirty minds off me. I cannot wait to ki them all. After they help us kill their own kind, I will be the one to kill them. Foolish alphas! "So how do we break the barrier if it's invisible?" One bulky looking alpha with a gruff voice asks. "Do not worry, about it. It's a

"Because when I'm with you, I feel something I haven't felt in years. You make me want to be better. To try harder. To actually live instead of just exist." "Richard..." "I know you're scared. I'm scared too. But I think we could be something amazing if you'll give us a chance." She closes her eyes, and I can see the war happening inside her. Logic versus desire. Safety versus risk. When she opens her eyes again, the decision is made. "Okay." "Okay?" "Let's try this. Whatever this is. But we have rules." "Name them." "No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office."

In my mind, I was nudging them, prodding them to deal with their own complex emotions rather than tiptoeing around mine. Just as I was about to intensify my touch, hoping to break through whatever emotional barriers they had erected, the bathroom door clicked open. My fingers fell away from the mark, and a satisfied smile lifted the corners of my mouth. I was trying to achieve a different response, but I will take this one.

Untouched by any strand. I floated down, weaving in between the vines, trying my best not to touch them. I couldn’t help it though. They each felt different. Some were rubbery, some slimy, others so brittle they snapped at the merest touch. I didn’t even realise I broke one until I saw it fly apart and dissolve. Shit. I hoped it wasn’t important. But it did show I could affect them. Could I change the way people felt about each other? Change their relationships? ––––––––

Even though I hadn't been paying full attention, a few rules had managed to stick. "In case you forgot, dating a teacher is strictly prohibited, handsome." I turned back around to face them. They were frantically trying to fix their clothes. The guy froze mid-buttoning when he realized I hadn't left yet. He turned toward me, his wide eyes locking onto mine as he took me in. I cleared my throat. "But hey, whatever. Rules are meant to be broken." He looked away and resumed buttoning his shirt. I let out a sharp sigh. "Next time, be more careful. Not everyone is as nice as I am," I deadpanned.

he murmured, his voice rough enough to send a shiver through me. A faint smile touched my lips as I leaned closer, my hands settling against his shoulders. “And yet,” I whispered, “you still let me.” I held his hands against me, my breath hitching as his touch lingered, while I kept moving slowly in his lap—playful, teasing motions meant to test the last of his restraint. A sharp exhale left him as he pulled me closer, his grip tightening just enough to make my pulse race. The tension between us thickened with every second, charged and intoxicating, until even the smallest movement felt dangerous.