Manga Touch Touch You Novels & Stories

With a solid bang, I slammed her against the fire hose reel on the wall. "Think you can just take my stuff?" I slapped her hard across the face, once, twice, leaving her reeling, her surgically altered face warping under the impact. "You lowlife, you dare to hit me?!" Alora's face was a twisted mess of purple and red as she tried to fight back. I kicked her in the gut and slapped her again for good measure. "Yeah, I'm hitting you!" I pinned her hands behind her back with one hand and yanked her hair with the other, pulling her head back.

I move to drop the tray on the mini table when his hands close around my wrist, sending mini sparks flying across my body in response to the mate bond. "Wait," he says. "Actually — wait." The whole rooftop seems to lean in a fraction, the way crowds do when they smell a scene about to happen. "Elias—" "You know what," his voice climbs, eyes glinting with the particular cruelty that alcohol always dragged out of him, "I don't actually want that." He knocks the bowl clean out of my hands. It hit the floor with a crack loud enough to cut through the music — broth splashing across the marble, across my shoes, up the hem of the gray dress his mother had approved that very afternoon. A few people

I just knew that Mac Vu was coming. Gradually in the gangster world, he became familiar with the sound of his car, although in the past few years, although Mac Vu was not the top of the leaders, he was more or less famous. Rumors about him are increasing day by day, flying further and further away, especially three basic taboos that everyone must learn before joining the gangster. First: Don't touch Han Da, Mac Vu's good brother. If you touch Mac Vu, you still have the opportunity to die with a full body, once you touch Han Da, even your body will not be complete.

Too close for Daylen to feel his breath on his skin but not close enough for their bodies to touch. "Are you so scared to be touched by me?" Syvan asked. Daylen locked eyes with him. Daylen didn't know what it was Syvan's eyes. It looked like disappointment and a hint of sadness. Daylen's heart squeezed in pain. His resistance caused Syvan to be sad and in turn that made Daylen sad. His feelings affected the magic oozing out of his hands stopping the force keeping Syvan in the air.

“You sound like a cannibal, Miyamura” He chuckles. It’s a deep, husky sound. His eyes gleam, the lilac color lightened to a crisp pink tone, and with his hair falling loose around his shoulders, he looks happy…and relaxed. It’s startlingly infuriating. “Just think of it as the Aronohai way of showing affection”. His fingers linger lightly on the skin above my waist. Miyamura is touching me. I’ve allowed him to touch me. I’ve allowed him to hold me, and now he’s holding onto much more than I’ve given him.

The bond’s power was overwhelming standing so close together. He reached out his hand slowly, with great effort, toward my face. I held my breath, afraid he would grab my throat or chin roughly. Instead, his large hand touched my cheek gently. His fingers were rough from war, but his touch was soft and careful. His thumb rested lightly on my cheekbone. It was the gentlest thing I’d ever felt from a beast. The feeling was electric. A bright wave of heat and light shot through me like the dream when the Moon Goddess touched my forehead. It was the bond’s powerful magic connecting fully.

I bellowed with such ferocity that the very walls trembled around us. Stephanie's touch is gentle as she glides over to the desk and takes my hand. Her fingers wrap around mine, forming a firm yet comforting grip. The sensation of her touch instantly elicits a rush of comforting sparks that spread through my body, like tiny waves of warmth. These sparks have a soothing effect on the anger that had been smoldering within me moments before. Her touch guides me back to sit beside her, and I obediently follow, allowing my mind to drift along like a lovesick puppy under its owner's touch. As we take our seats, her hand still clasping mine, I am filled with a sense of ease and gratitude. The calmi

He reminded as he solemnly draw circles on my back to calm me down. My frustrations immediately went out of the window. I don't know he does that. Every time I'm mad or feeling any intense emotions. All he does was to touch me and I can immediately collect myself back. Maybe it's a fated guardian perks. Or maybe it was 'something' else. I didn't realize that I was staring too much not until he shifted his gaze and locked it with mine. I forgot about the waves I'm making. The sound of the sea was muted.

I feel the pull also, but I cannot mate a little girl. Just then she answered my question, “Moon Touched is my pack. We started creating it after my supposed death with those that wish to be my protectors. Then, when Alpha Thomas left this world, the rest of Blood Meadow gave their loyalty to me and joined my pack. I am Alpha Luna of the Moon Touched pack.”

Stupid mate bond, why does life have to be such a complicated mess. “It’s ok, whenever you’re ready.” He cuts me off. I lift my hands up to his chest, my open palms resting on the hard muscles beneath his smooth skin. Little jolts of crackle their way up my arms and across my shoulders. Sparks fizz and pop over the skin around my waist and down my legs. They are so a like but so different, their touch, their scent, their temperaments. “Thank you.” I mumble, my mind fighting the sleep I so desperately need.