Souls Touching Novelas e Histórias

It finally sets in that she has lost both Paris and Michael to Soraya. *** With everyone back in Alaska, Mr. Ondrink visited the compound with Jovita and Juno, leaving Jessica and Ann out of the meeting. Eero and Ejlo were standing to the side, the vampires keeping a wide circle distanced from them, knowing if anyone was to accidentally touch them that it will mean a bloodbath. Even though Eljo was trained to touch vampires without killing them and losing it completely, touching more than one at the same time will send him into overdrive, making him lose control.

When his fingers dipped into my underwear, I grit my teeth. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he said softly, lips and nose pressed into my neck. Damian was the one touching me, but he sounded just as affected as I was. His finger slipped past my clit, finding my hole where he spread my arousal around. I peered down, seeing his tattooed hand disappearing into my lacy underwear. I smirked—I liked how that looked. The tip of his finger dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan.

Or what I thought it was, until it wasn't. The only thing humanity left of me was torn into shreds. My love life is also sick. Finally, my lamentation transformed into silent sobs before sniffs. My eyes burned at the amount of tears I had exhausted and the little blurring of my vision, my throat now sore and my head heavy like it weighed a big rock. Not to talk of my muscles. They felt really really slimy. Sophia pulled me away, staring empathetically into my eyes. “Oh, Livia,” she sighed, pulling me into another hug that lasted for just three seconds. “I swear, I’m going to murder that prick,”

“That is old talk. That power is not common and those that had it were extincted.” I watched as Ulric met his eye. “Yes, it is not common but it is real. And maybe they had all gone into extinction but Calla's dream is no other than the Soul Reach.” Ulric protested and continued. “The Soul Reach allows a wolf to touch another mind. They don't use words. It works based on their feelings they have toward another. Sometimes with memories and sometimes with sight. But it does not matter how far they are. The bond finds the path.” My knees felt weak as I had no idea what my father was talking about until now. It was the first I would be hearing this. I moved closer to a chair and held the back of

Selene said. "Because you should know what you're walking into." Vara's voice was perfectly even. "The bond between a Moon-touched and an Alpha, it's not like a normal mating bond. It's older. Deeper. When it completes…" She stopped. "There's no buffer. No distance. What you feel he feels. What he feels you feel." She paused. "Everything." "That doesn't frighten me."

Deeper. “And I swear,” he said, his voice suddenly carrying the weight of an oath, “by the Moon Goddess and the names of my ancestors... I will fight for you. And I will come to you.” Our hands touched. And for a moment, something pulsed—not in my skin, but in a place beyond flesh. A thread, invisible but unbreakable, tied our souls together. And then— “DON’T TOUCH WHAT’S MINE!”

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

He takes the plate, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, “We’ll see.” We sit at the table, and for a few blissful seconds, there’s only the sound of forks scraping against plates. But of course, I can’t leave well enough alone. “So,” I say between bites, “about this no touching rule…” He groans. “Not this again.” “I’m just saying—it’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? We’re adults. We can survive the occasional accidental brush of the arm.” “It’s not dramatic,” he says flatly. “It’s simple. No touching means no lines get crossed.”

They were his constant companions, and he belonged to them. "You are so beautiful, my love," voices washed over him, spreading warmth deep inside. Their touch on his skin, the gentle caress of their lips against his cheeks, whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Soft kisses made his toes curl as their hands teasingly roamed his body, exploring every inch of flesh within reach. They teased until he whimpered softly and surrendered to their pleasurable assault. Unable to hold back any longer, his own voice begged for release as his body pulsated and throbbed beneath their touch. "I want you too," he heard them whisper, their many voices shaking his core. They couldn't seem to reach him enough.

Still touching. Still burning.