How To Break The Touch Barrier Novels & Stories

"Three a.m. I'll text you the location." "Fine. But when I win, you leave the sponsorship thing alone forever. No more offers. No more parts showing up unannounced." "Deal." He held her hand a second longer than a handshake required, his thumb brushing once over her knuckles before he let go, and the touch sent something down her spine that had nothing to do with racing. "See you Friday, Maren."

his surging emotion burst! the mana fluctuate to this sudden burst of emotion -BARRIER SKILL HAS BEEN UPGRADED!- -BARRIER (EXPERT LEVEL)- USER CAN CREATE A DOME OF BARRIER IN A SHORT AMOUNT OF RANGE- without minding the notification at his front, Bobby throws his weapon and its stab at the ground in a split second, he raises his hands in front of him "BARRIER!"- Bobby the shout of Bobby and was almost like a roar of a lion who was establishing its authority to wild

Erica's jaw slackened, "Wow. That's..." "Cool, right?" Jade grinned. "Yeah. And what if I don't think about this barrier consciously?" Jade replied, "Interesting question. Well, once you just think of that barrier it will work its charm as long as you don't willing want someone to look into your thoughts". "Well, that's doable," Erica mused.

He asked. “Well, yes. I can get us by this. I can’t bring it down but I can get us by. It’s not so much about breaking the barrier as it is passing through. We will need protection and we will also need clear thoughts. Even if the barrier doesn’t ignite when we go through, the heat passing through it will be enough to burn flesh off at minimum.” She was really going to have to work on this. She could do it, she was sure of that. It would just take time. She had the information that she needed.

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.

"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."

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.

That look that makes me wonder what would happen if either of us ever dared to break the one rule we agreed on. No touching. But rules are only rules… until they’re broken. And something tells me, it’s only a matter of time.