Novel Touch Novels & Stories

Ace seems to enjoy the sparks erupting at our touch as much as his wolf and I wait just until the sparks start stinging to move my hand back away. “Maybe we can try to breed the first offspring without you touching me. I seem to be able to touch you,” I offer, getting him to crack up. “You are insane. Do you want to torture me? How do you expect me to fuck you without touching you? I wouldn’t stand the chance as my fingers are itching to touch you now, imagine if I am inside you.” He leans closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. “It’s unbearable if I can’t grab you to hold you firmly to be connected with you as much as possible. I want you all over me, every inch of our skins should be touc

Her hands grabbed at my neck; I let her touch me. The feel of her touch surprisingly did not sting as I’d expected. Ever since the incident, I suffered from an illness. The touch of a woman hurts… but her touch….it ignites something chaotic and addictive inside me. Nora moans against me, her ass grinding against me like the needy slut she is….my needy slut. “You want me to fuck you while he listens, little saint?” I groan, the sharp zing of pleasure in my balls as her plump ass brushes against mine. She moans, pushing through my grip on her to still grind on me. “You want me to take you while the boy you loved hears every moan, every gasp, every scream you make as you come all over my cock?

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

“Yes, I felt like I lost control like he was the one in control. It reminded me of Max, the times I didn’t want him to touch me, but I had no say.” She writes some more. I am glad she asked that question. I didn’t think of why I hated it, why I was scared and couldn’t move past it. It wasn’t me being alone with him. It was him touching me. “This sort of thing will have an effect on you, a big one. Have you noticed anything different?” “Yes, I freeze whenever someone touches me, my Dad, Jackson, anyone. I hate being touched. I don’t want to be touched.” She sits quietly, planning her next question. Time has gone over, way over. She has noticed but isn’t stopping until she is happy to.

The book I was holding crashed to the floor, and I flinched because it was a new book and I would hate it if it got any scratches or worse, got torn. I grumble out in frustration, annoyed at my carelessness and his sudden stop before bending down to pick the book, except Zion had bent down at the same time, and we reached for the book together, so our hands touched, and I jolted away from the current that flows from our hands at the touching point.

Oh, what if my dream is true? Fuck! I know that it doesn't matter because it might happen too, but I didn't expect it to be this early! I nervously groped my womanhood and felt it. I couldn't feel anything, but... It was damp. It's normal, right? To be sexually attracted to someone Yes, it's normal. He's nothing special. Period. "Didn't I tell you two to just look after her?" Jake initially asked the children sitting in front of me. "It's Take, brother! Take slapped her!" Another report made Jake frown even more. Take bowed because of what his twin said.

“Which novel?” Her lips parted as she panted heavily. “Hush.” Zavian’s finger stilled for a moment. “Are you messing with me?” He gave her a pointed look. He resumed his slow, agonizing finger strokes and lightly bit her earlobe before she could respond. “Damn it, Zavian,” she groaned, gripping his wrist. “The name of the novel is Hush.” Zavian chuckled, pulling his hand away from her only to tilt her chin toward him and peck her lips.

I stared at his face, then lower again, unable to help it. Slowly, I reached out, my fingers trembling, toward something I knew I shouldn’t touch. But couldn’t stop wanting to. My fingers closed around it before my brain could process a thing. It was hotter than I expected, skin velvet-smooth over steel-hard heat. Thicker than my grip could fully circle. It pulsed in my hand, a living thing, jumping slightly at the contact like it recognized the touch of someone new.

I let out a groan and closed my eyes while she caressed my skin, her hands dipping lower until they made their way to my dick. My eyes wrenched open at her touch, and I’m powerless to stop her right now. She starts to stroke my length slowly, down to the base, then upwards, teasing the head with her thumb. She then gets on her knees in front of me and teases me with the tip of her tongue before taking me all the way down her throat. “Fuck,” I groan, desperate for more than this… but something feels wrong. For one, Nova’s scent isn’t the same.

Her eyes snapped shit and her head flew back as she raised several feet in the air. The books were glowing with a soft blue glow, as was Nova. There was some sort of energy coming off them both and when I tried to step nearer it threw me backwards. She looked so peaceful though. There was even a smile on her face as I could see her eyes dart rapidly under her eyelids like she was rapidly processing something. “What the hell did she just touch?” I asked, panic seeping into my voice. “That’s what we are here to discuss” Alex said sounding only a little bit calmer than me. “These books, but we didn’t know they would do this”