Jangan Sentuh Aku Novels & Stories

Grace I stumble a little, catching myself just in time. When I turn to look at him, he is wiping his hand on his pants like he has touched something disgusting. That hits harder than it should. My chest tightens, and for a second, I forget how to breathe. Does he find me so disgusting? I smile. It’s not a happy one. It’s the kind of smile you give when you are so hurt, you don’t know what else to do. “ You don’t have to act like I am dirty… ” I say, my voice low. “ We both know you are worse than I will ever be. Next time, you should not don’t touch me. I don’t need your help. ”

"You must have let people touch him? There must have been a lot of people who touched Kenzo's cheeks like this. Arka, you know Kenzo's face is sensitive!" Naya looked so upset and angry. She was worried about the rash on her son's cheek and she was sure it was the result of someone touching his cheek. Arka was silent for a while. He remembered that some students had managed to touch Kenzo's cheeks. But he didn't dare to tell Naya about it. When it came to Kenzo, Naya would be very fierce. "I don't know. I just brought him to my room. I didn't take him anywhere else," Arka lied. It would be bad if Naya found out that Kenzo had been touched by someone else.

I muttered, my voice trembling. Lucas’s hand reached out again, hesitating as if he wanted to comfort me, but I pulled away desperately. “Don’t touch me,” I cried, my voice echoing off the walls. “Don't you get everything I've been trying to say to you. This shouldn't be happening between us. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t let you ruin everything.”

Hearing Kaia's shameless request, I felt both angry and amused. It was only now that I realized some women could use "weakness" as a weapon. If this were my past life, I would angrily throw her out and loudly declare, "Chris is my mate, and I won't let anyone take him from me!" But this time, I understood—there was no point in taking what wasn't mine to begin with. I wouldn't go after what didn't belong to me, but that didn't mean I was going to give in to Kaia so easily.

he stiffened realising what all those was meant for. “Touch is the first sense to wake when you’re born and so does it wake up a soul who wants to commit suicide,” Justin interrupted, his voice deep and measured. “But it's the last to feel before death and you’ve been trying to skip everything in between.” Greg opened his mouth to argue, but Justin was already lifting the feather wand from the case. He twirled it lazily between his fingers, the soft plumes catching the lamplight. The first touch was a sweet sensation at the base of Greg’s throat. So light it might have been imagined.

Shock hit me so hard I forgot how breathing worked. “What—” “I’m done pretending,” he said. His voice sounded rougher than usual, stripped bare of its usual irritation and sarcasm, and there was something dangerously honest in his expression as his eyes locked onto mine through the darkness. Then he spoke the words that shattered whatever remained of my comportment. “Tonight,” he said, his voice low and intense, “I want you before he ever touches you.”

I offer. "No, I'm not cold. It's just when you touch me, I feel this jolt like electricity. Not in a "you're harassing me" sort of way, but in a "I want you to do more" kind of way. I sound like a slut." Kiaria laughs.

"He can fucking touch you but I can't?" I blink back, my jaw dropping in disbelief. "Well for starters Saint obviously I felt uncomfortable that he touched me, I slipped and he caught me that's all to it so let me makes this clear I don't like being touched weather it's you, my friends, a stranger whoever. I just don't like it and you left me for hours in a place where I'm unfamiliar with, I being the person I am, I've decided to entertain myself by talking to other people and it's not a crime!" I yelled, my hands curled into a ball beside me. "Don't raise your voice at me Irena." He clapped back, taking a threatening step closer to me.

He takes the plate, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, “We’ll see.” We sit at the table, and for a few blissful seconds, there’s only the sound of forks scraping against plates. But of course, I can’t leave well enough alone. “So,” I say between bites, “about this no touching rule…” He groans. “Not this again.” “I’m just saying—it’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? We’re adults. We can survive the occasional accidental brush of the arm.” “It’s not dramatic,” he says flatly. “It’s simple. No touching means no lines get crossed.”

Stop calling me and acting like I’m a little baby , you're still going to deny the fact that you feel something for me . If you don’t , then tell me why you have been trying so hard to avoid me, you just don’t want to accept it , but we both know that I’m not a little girl anymore uncle and you just have to accept that . Tell me you don’t want this , tell me you don’t find me attractive , tell me you don’t want to slam me against the wall and make love to me , just tell me you don’t want to and I am going to let you be