Nct 127 Touch

She was taken, ripped from her world and thrown into his. She became a prisoner in the mansion of a man who should be her enemy. He’s ruthless, untouchable, and he makes it clear from the start: she belongs to him now. "I can make you beg," he murmurs, his fingers grazing her lips, dark amusement flickering in his eyes. She should be terrified. She should hate him. Instead, she finds herself trapped in a dangerous game of power and desire, where every touch ignites something forbidden, and every stolen moment drags her further into the fire. As betrayal lurks in the shadows and blood is spilled in the name of vengeance, she faces a choice, fight for freedom or surrender to the man who’s already claimed her in ways she never saw coming.

Living alone in the forest; away from the kingdom where a ruthless king was wrecking havoc, Frore was at peace. When one day, an injured Greek-God handsome man knocked at her small door and turned her world upside down. Being close and alone with a man like him was a little...difficult than she originally thought as he was hellbound on seducing her and show her the new world of LOVE and LUST. His touch that ignited fire throughout her frozen veins and his intense stares that made her clench her thighs together with an unfamiliar feeling, drove her to near insanity. What naive Frore failed to understand was, nothing happens without a reason in this world and his reason of invading her personal space and heart might be something she would have never even imagined.

"The touch that set her soul ablaze. " ~ Trapped in a loveless, abusive marriage, Rose Walms has forgotten what it feels like to be seen—until a mysterious stranger with haunting mystical eyes stops her from shattering completely. He calls her his mate, speaks her name like a promise, and ignites a fire in her soul that her husband’s cruelty could never kill. But Rune is no ordinary man. He’s a banished Alpha King, a werewolf bound by destiny to the human woman he’s sworn to protect. As passion blooms between them, danger closes in, forcing Rose to choose between the life she knows and the one that could finally set her free. In a world where love is both salvation and curse, can a broken woman and a rogue Alpha survive the storm of fate that burns between them?

After getting drunk at a wedding party, Summer Hart had spent a night with a man. She then found herself pregnant after that. She wanted to keep the child, but the man had other plans. She tried to run away but was caught. "If you want to keep the child, marry me. We'll divorce after two years, and meanwhile, don't touch me—not even holding hands," the man said, backing her into a corner. She found the man utterly shameless. 'Holding hands? Dream on.' After the marriage, the man said, "I know you are scared. Let's sleep together tonight." "I'm not scared." "I saw you in a dream and heard you say you're scared and want to sleep with me." "Have you no shame, Mark Valentine?" "Shame? What is shame?"

Saicki Disero, the most prominent businessman that owns different businesses around the world, was just a guy who doesn't want to be with anyone. Until he met the guy who's delicate and a not-so popular in the University he owned. The guy named Dhaxzy Convel, he was just a simple student, lost his parents and living with his cruel relatives, the only relative he's getting together is his nephew , Gried. Saicki catches feeling towards Dhaxzy at the first time he saw him walking in the University. After lot of moments they shared, they slowly getting to know each other until they have no idea that they are slowly falling to each other's arms. Saicki does not want anyone to hurt nor touch Dhaxzy even a little bit. However, he was the one who made it to him.

I was the Luna who gave my Alpha everything—my heart, my loyalty, my dignity. Ethan repaid me by bedding she-wolf after she-wolf, while our mate bond slowly poisoned what was left of my soul. When he suggested we "play the field separately," I finally broke. I found Cameron, a young Alpha whose gentle touch healed every wound Ethan carved into me. Now I've slipped Ethan the Moonbreak Herb to sever our bond forever. Thirty days, and I'll be free. But Ethan never bothered to ask what I gave him to drink—he was too busy running to his latest omega. He has no idea that when the moon breaks, so will we. And by then, it'll be too late for regrets.

"You're killing him!" The old hag by the side of the road suddenly cried, glaring at me. "That poor boy! You only ruin what you touch, you abomination. You beast! Set him free!" *** Sex was all that mattered to Cyrus. Sex. Alcohol. Women. Sex. after all, that pleasure, lust and passion was all that mattered to a descendant of the god of lust. He just had to live up to the name. But when one little invisible mouse stepped into his vision, he was suddenly all Cyrus could see. A little game, he said. "Tease the obvious virgin boy," he planned. "Push him hard, press his buttons." something's wrong. The god of lust can't get it up anymore. Not for anyone who is not Damian Cross. Book 1 of Descendants of Lust

Jace Steadman. My best friend’s father. Older. Controlled. Quiet in a way that makes my pulse stutter. A man who never looks twice at anyone… Except this time, he looked at me. One glance at my ruined makeup and shaking breath, and suddenly he felt too close. Too warm. Too dangerous. His voice was gentle when everyone else had been cruel. And when he sat beside me beneath the glow of the fire, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years: Wanted. Not sweetly. Not politely. But with a quiet, restrained hunger that made my heart slam against my ribs. To distract me from the pain—and to stop himself from touching me—we made a game of it: Twelve days. Twelve dares. No rules… except the ones we couldn’t stop breaking. A whispered challenge in the dark became a dare. A dare became a touch that lingered too long. A touch became a pull neither of us knew how to resist. He shouldn’t crave me. I shouldn’t crave him back. But the more we tried to stay respectable, the more our restraint fell apart. The lodge turned into a minefield of temptation—Christmas lights, stolen glances, near-kisses that burned hotter than the fire. Jace wasn’t just a man I wanted. He became the man I couldn’t stop fighting—and falling—for. If anyone finds out, my life falls apart. His reputation shatters. Everything explodes. But desire doesn’t care about consequences. And this Christmas, I’m done being careful. Done being quiet. Done pretending I don’t want the man who looks at me like I’m the first real taste of life he’s had in years. Twelve days. Twelve dares. One forbidden man I can’t walk away from… even if he ruins me.

[WARNING STRONG MATURED CONTENTS] Beside me, I sensed his movement as he turned towards me, his eyes searching for mine. I purposely avoided meeting his gaze, instead focusing on calming my racing breath. But try as I might, my breath still trembled, betraying my inner turmoil. Despite my rapid blinking, a single tear escaped, making its way down my cheek. I heard the covers rustle as he shifted closer to me. His finger gently brushed against my face, capturing the tear. "I'm sorry, Hailey," his voice resonated in the dimly lit room, both deep and gentle. His touch was followed by a soft stroke through my brunette hair and a tender kiss on the crook of my neck. "I know this isn't what you wanted," he murmured, regret evident in his voice. "It doesn't matter," I replied quietly, my gaze still fixed on the ceiling. His apology felt like a stab to the heart, but I couldn't hold him responsible. Our circumstances were far beyond our control.Swallowing hard, I tried to push down the ache in my chest. "It was unavoidable, it isn't your fault," I muttered, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his dark, tousled hair. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I allowed my cheek to rest against his strong chest, finding some solace in his comforting presence. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat brought a sliver of comfort to my shattered emotions. "I wish I could have given you more time to get to know me before all of this," he confessed, a touch of bitterness seeping into his words. "But those old Elders insisted on sealing our union immediately."

"Boss.. Boss please forgive me! I was drunk so I thought she was one of the clan's whóre I swear I didn't know she was yours" The man begged like his life depended on it. "Which hand did you use to touch her" Aurelio spoke calmly. "My.. My... L-Left-" He wasn't chanced to finish his sentence when Aurelio cut off his left hand completely. Blood splashed on his cheek as it began bumping out of the man's hand. "Aarrrgghh!!!" The agonizing cry from the man echoed in the room as he peed on himself. Aurelio turned to Amour who looked horrified with the scene she just witnessed. His hands found his way to her neck and he gripped it tightly, bringing her face close to his so he could have a clear view of the terrified look on her face. "This.. Is just the highest level of my kindness compared to what I can do. Remember this, you're mine! Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to do whatever I want with... No one else... But me" A drop of tear fell from Amour's eyes. •••• Aurelio Giovanni is the second in command of THE DARK BULLS, one of the biggest mafia empire in Los Angeles, he's the underboss He ruthless, to him "second chance" doesn't exist in his vocabulary Just like air, one never knows his next move. He can be as calm as a gentle breeze but the next minute, a raging hurricane What happens when he sets eye on 22 years old Amour who's just curious to discover the world around her? How did both of them meet? What happens when Aurelio claims Amour as his possession? Will Amour ever escape from his déadly clutches? Or not? What if there's more to it than what meets the eye?