Kuras Touch Starved Novels & Stories

"I would rather f*ck whatever monster runs that hellhole in Lycranox than become your mistress!" – – – – – – – – – – – – Fifty million dollars!!! That was what he bid. That's what she cost. Betrayed by her mate and shipped to the ruthless Lycranox Pack – a place no Omega dares to go – Rhaella wants only one thing: revenge. Her plan? Seduce the one man her ex fears most: The VIP, who was dangerous and untouchable. But the VIP doesn't play fair. He hunts. He takes. And with every look, every touch, Rhaella slips deeper into a game she swore she was controlling. She came to ruin him for her vengeance… but what happens when the seducer becomes the seduced?

Belle was eighteen. Bastian was twenty-eight—her brother’s best friend, the man she was never supposed to love. One violent night, his fists saved her. One stolen moment, his lips almost ruined her. Now, he’s trapped in an arranged engagement with a woman who owns his freedom— and Belle is the only thing he can’t stop wanting. Every glance burns. Every touch is forbidden. Every secret they share is a step closer to disaster. She should walk away. He should stay loyal. But when love feels like sin, how do you stop falling… for the one man you can never have?

“The bride isn’t coming.” Xavier Smith’s future should have ended there but instead, it binds him to the wrong twin. Forced into a marriage to save his name and inheritance, Xavier expects silence and obedience. Christopher offers neither. “I won’t be meek,” Christopher warns. “And I won’t be controlled,” Xavier fires back. What begins as obligation turns into a dangerous clash of pride, desire, and buried truths. Every glance is a challenge. Every touch, a mistake. “You think you can win this?” Xavier asks. Christopher smiles. “I know I will.” Because falling for the wrong twin was never part of the plan… but it might cost them everything.

There isn't a single ounce of fear projecting off him as he stands in front of me, his extreme level of authority practically radiating throughout the room. "If you touch her again, the next bullet I shoot will go right through your head. Comprendere?" He warns, and the threat is clear as the eyes of many people around us widen and get scared. .................................... Lula has always liked the idea of capturing memories and moments that will last forever. You can take a picture and know that it will last at least as long as the people in it, if not longer. That is, until she takes a picture of something by accident that will make her regret that one innocent click over and over.

. "Shhh, Daddy won't know," Lucas whispered, his hands tracing my thighs as the silk of my robe slid away. My husband bought the robe, but it was his son's touch that made me tremble. "Stop... Stop, Lucas," I said, but my body betrayed me, already dripping with a need I'd buried for years. I was about to make out with a 23-year-old boy, in the home his father paid for. The air was thick with secrets, my guilt a sharp perfume beneath his clean, dangerous scent. This wasn't fixing him anymore. This was him breaking me open, and God help me, I was begging for the crash.

He slammed into her, harder, deeper, each thrust stealing her breath. “You’re mine tonight,” he growled, voice rough with need. She trembled beneath him, gasping, “Please… don’t stop. I need you harder.” His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer. One night fueled by hunger and surrender where every whispered command and aching plea pulled them deeper into a dangerous game of craving, control, and obsession… and every touch burned hotter than the last. ️ This story contains explicit, intense sexual scenes, raw passion, and dark romance. Strictly 18+. Read at your own risk.

This story is about love. Not the lovey dovey type you see in the movies. This is the toxic type. The unhealthy and obsessive type of love. The one you can’t let go of no matter how hard you try. Because when she loves, she loves with a passion that borders the line of death and destruction. The type of love she lives and breathes for. His love pushes all boundaries, usually the bad ones. He would kill anyone who touches her. That love that consumes their souls each time they touch, feeling their bodies break as they crave for one another more and more like a drug an addict cannot resist. How far are they willing to go to keep to each other?

All I wanted to be was a full time reporter. One interview. One night. “I will not sign the papers.” I said firmly trying to push this devilishly handsome man off me. His touch was enough to cause the butterflies in me and put me in a trance but I am willing to fight. “I won’t marry you even at my death bed, Mr. Dominic.” He smirked and leant closer to me. I turned my head away from his face causing his lips to brush across my cheek. His whispered, “Sign the papers or else…” Getting caught spying comes with the worst consequences for Anastasia. And even worse when the devil, himself catches her.

"Ethan... don't touch me there." It was so embarrassing that his hands moved so freely over my naked body. The sound of his breathing was heard which made my heart pound even more. "Sarah, I can't. "You're my patient." I bit my lip. I was indeed Ethan's patient. After the betrayal of my husband who chose to save another woman over me, I was injured and needed help. Ethan who is my husband's step-uncle is taking care of me, doing everything with his attitude that makes my heart pound. "Sarah, don't worry, I will help you."

He married her to destroy her family. She married him to save it. Cold, calculating billionaire Adrian Cole doesn’t believe in love — only leverage. When he offers Elena Brooks a contract marriage to settle a quiet corporate war between their families, she accepts, knowing it’s the only way to protect everything she holds dear. But revenge doesn’t go according to plan. Behind closed doors, their hatred simmers into something dangerously intimate. Every touch feels like betrayal. Every glance carries history. And every secret threatens to burn them both alive. Because when love is built on ruin… someone always pays the price.