Novel & Cerita Souls Touching

I continued to look for him when suddenly, I bumped into a drinks' server, causing my clothes to get spilled by those beverages, exposing my clevage and chest. "Ma'am, I'm s-sorry I didn't m-meant..." the server said nervously. "No, it's okay. I'm sorry too, it's my fault." I politely said. "Oh no! D-Don't touch me! I m-mean I can handle it by myself," I said when he tried to wipe my chest. I saw the second thought on his face but I hurried past it when I noticed that we were grabbing the attention of others.

A hint of sadness invaded his eyes. I shook my head in denial. “It’s not about that, Warren. Yes, I have missed you very much. You cannot imagine how much. You do not know how much I have thought about you. Every day, I daydream about you. But there are things about me you don’t know.” I put my hand closer to his chest, to feel his heart, and I froze in place: my hand passed through his body. What the fuck does this mean? He sighed and said to me, “We can’t touch each other, love. It is your soul that is here.” He paused for a few seconds and continued saying, “You do not know how much I want to feel you and make you mine, love.”

My eyes misted up as I touched the tattoos on his athletic chest. His touch grew slower, almost cautious. His lips moved gently along my neck, sending me a warm rush. Each peck from him was so intense, making my breathing heavier, clearly audible in our quiet room, accompanied only by the sound of my racing heart. My hands moved uncontrollably, exploring the surface of his hard, muscular chest. My fingers traced the contours of the tattoos etched into his skin. The tattoo was so familiar to me that I could touch it without even opening my eyes.

I needed to do what I came here to do even though I was moved. “Okay,” I breathed out a sigh. I reached for Gloria’s hands and she tentatively gave them to me. They were warm and a bit bony. As I held them, I took in a deep breath, closed my eyes, and let it out. “That’s it…” I heard the voice of the Moon goddess. “Touch her soul and cleanse her body of the sickness that this mortal world has plagued her with.” As soon as I opened my eyes, a blinking light suddenly erupted from my place of contact with Gloria. I heard her yelp as she looked away quickly.

And not only that, I could understand the words in it too. "You're a genius Linda." I said. I collected the book from Linda and read it. "Use the mermaid tears to bring your friends back to life." I read. "Where is it?" Linda asked and I got it out, handed her the book and rushed to Pablo and Freddy. To my surprise I could actually touch their souls. I pour some of the mermaid tears in my palm and rubbed it on both their heads. They stopped whaling and they slipped from the chains.

"Please?" I give her a kiss and pull off my tank top. She bites her lower lip and lets her hands roam my toned stomach. Her hands trail lower and tears fill my eyes. I've only been touched by one other woman and it felt good to be touched again. Kelly must have picked up on that because she beckons me for a kiss. I oblige and she lowers her shorts, kicking them off. I bring my hand to her groin and insert my finger in her opening. Her breaths hitch and I break from the kiss.

-Damn- she touched her temple- This is killing me- She still felt her skin tingling where he had touched, licked, brushed her. His body responded to each touch as if her skin were his property. She had already decided that she would surrender, but that was not a decision she would have made lightly. One thing was what the body wanted, which was 100% in agreement with melting in his hands and on the other hand was her stubborn head that began to give way and see a side of the wolf that caught her attention. Maybe she was starting to like it.

The doctor's voice was trembling. In the end, the doctor removed fourteen pieces of glass, of various sizes, from Leo's hand. "The patient's nerves are severely damaged. The tendons are torn. He needs microsurgery immediately!" Looking at the bloody fragments, my rage exploded. My gaze fell on the trembling Nico. Isabella, despite having one arm dislocated, was still screaming hysterically. "Damn you, Arabella! You dare touch my son, I'll kill you!" I gave a slight gesture with my hand.

His arm came around her shoulders again, not as a question, but as a quiet answer. “I used to wonder if I’d ever be able to touch someone again,” Adrian said, voice barely more than a whisper. "You can," she said, turning to him. "You are." They pressed foreheads, breath for breath. She felt the strength in him, the vulnerability in him, the pain of all those years he'd spent wasting, hiding, alone. But she saw the strength—slow discovery of something deep and true. It was no fairy tale. It was harder, more subdued. Constructed out of wounds and gentle words, not magic. And somehow it was more beautiful.

I mumbled frightened. “We won’t.” he said synpathically, reaching out for me and gently pulling me to his chest. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, before his phone light blinked... then died. I became more frightened. I reached for something. Anything, just need to ease my tensed heart. Eventually, I gripped something soft. Held it tight—like it was the only thing tethering me to earth. “Awch!”. He let out pained, before the light got retored. I almost yelled out, seeing what I've been holding on to.