Piease Touch Me Novels & Stories

As I checked my phone, I saw a message. It was from Alex. It said, "I crave your touch." What the bloody hell?

I’m already clicking before my brain catches up. The app downloads in two seconds. One big pink button: CLAIM NOW. I shrug, still half-buried in my blankets, and smash it. Screen flashes: Thank you for participating! ♡ A soft, high-pitched chime rings out—like a fairy dying or something. I blink. That’s it? Five hundred bucks just for tapping a button? Sweet. I’m about to roll over and go back to sleep when there’s a rustle from the living-room floor.

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Scarlett’s POV: Michael didn’t reply immediately. I set my phone aside and examined the Pikachu plushie closely. Just then, I noticed a button on Pikachu’s chest. I pressed it. “Hello there, I am Pikachu! Starting today, I can keep you company, Master! You can give me a lovely name! Say my new name three times, and the system will automatically record it! From now on, just say ‘Hello (new name)’ to wake me up!”

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

> “Hello, Ember. If you’re hearing this, then someone has broken you. Or… you broke yourself.” The voice curled around her like a serpent. > “You know how this ends, my girl. You come back to me. You always do.” She felt her knees weaken. Her lungs lock. Trigger symptoms. Subtle. Trained. She slammed her palm against the table. Breathed through it. “No,” she gasped. “Not anymore.” She hit delete. But the file didn’t vanish. Instead, the screen blinked once. > “VOICEPRINT CONFIRMED. PASSCODE RESET.”

I wasn't expecting this. "You are never touching me without my permission". *** How was the update? Do let me know in the comments. My boy is changing. Lol. Love Pia.

she said. “Do we contact him through this?” I asked. She tapped a speech bubble icon on the screen that required my thumbprint to access. There was already a message waiting from someone called Pluto. I rolled my eyes at the obvious code name. Anyone who had been to the academy knew that was what the Romans called Hades.

I ask, my voice sharp. Jace doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pulls out his phone, showing me a pink screen with a few buttons on it. His hand finds its way to my ass, and with his other hand, he presses the large, round button on the screen. The ball inside me vibrates. I jerk, gasping, and my hips crash into the kitchen island. “Oh my god!” I protest, surprised. “Still so sensitive,” Jace grins, his hand still firmly on my ass. “You can’t do that today,” I say, turning to glance at him over my shoulder.

The man who just confessed his soul while balls-deep inside me. I reach out. My finger hovers over the screen. "Partner," I whisper. I tap the glass.