Stolen Touches Novels & Stories

My body still trembled and felt hot all over from the place that he had caressed. Slowly, I spread open my legs before dipping my hand in between them to touch the opening of my pussy. It was wet. I was flooded down there with my own love juices. I closed my eyes and banged my head back on the door. How could I get this wet from his dirty touches? My eyes opened wide as a sudden realization hit me… Why did he get me to strip naked if all he wanted to claim was just my left hand? He’s such a bastard… In the end, I realized that Hayden didn’t touch my body with anything else besides his fingertips except for my left hand which he had “claimed”.

My thumb stained the edge of his face, and I quickly pushed it aside. I handed the pad back to the old lady, whose name is Cassie, in secret. I snuck into her new room and left her on her bed. However, I couldn't part with the image no matter how hard I tried. I finally snatched it, stealing the precious lady's guardian angel. But now it's time. My heart twists violently in pain as I lift my thumbs to the top of the image and carefully pull them out in opposite directions. The sound of tearing makes my eyes water, and before I know it, the deed is done. My heart is torn into two pieces as easily as paper.

Everyone was recording. Professor Winsley grabbed my hand tight and pushed me away from his body. He stood up fast. The whole class went silent in one second. “Why are you mad?” I asked, getting up too. “Why are you acting as if you didn’t like the way I touched you? Every man in California dies to lay me down. They want this body. Stop pretending, you thief. I know you stole the wristwatch I threw at you yesterday .” I scoffed and folded my hands under my breasts, pushing them up on purpose.

Then the livestream comments began to change. [Wait. The file records are that complete?] [The original model is there. This doesn't look fake.] [So the award-winning proposal was stolen?] A verified comment appeared. [I'm Lila Brooks. I wrote that proposal. I filed a complaint, and the school told me not to damage alumni relationships.] More followed. [I was on Lila's team. Isabelle attended one meeting. Then the whole deck became hers.] [She has done this before. She offers to introduce younger students to mentors, then gets them to send work.]

"Didn't you say my mom scraped together fourteen thousand three hundred dollars for you? Where's the money?" His lips moved, but nothing came out. "Spent it all?" He dropped his head. "You had a lot to say before. Said I lost to you, said you won. What about now?" He was on the ground, sobbing so hard he could barely breathe. "Nathan, I was wrong... So wrong... I shouldn't have stolen your money, shouldn't have taken your scholarship... Just let me off..." I stood up and looked at him. "Kevin, the problem isn't that you stole my money or took my scholarship. The problem is you thought the world would always be on your side. The problem is you thought my parents would always have your back. T

His touch sent a wave of shivers down my spine and a gasp escaped my lips. Kael swallowed, watching our points of contact, and then met my eyes. "Touching you. When I touch you, Gemma, there's nothing I want more."

He looks down at the floor than back at me, where I only smile showing him I was still unharmed. “How bad must you be feeling right now, a little human, being able to kick your ass.” I smile sweetly walking towards him, he staggered to his feet now he had a missing hand and a cut up leg. “I bet you thought those stories were wrong when you learnt I was human but look what we have here.” I smile awfully close to him as I went, the huge fight around us still loud as I make eye contact with him. He went to speak but I throw myself forward and plunge the stake right into his chest, a look of terror in his eyes as he looks down at himself.

, he said with a straight face and turned to leave. Adrian held him back, his sharp gaze traced the lines on Liam's handsome face. “What do you know? Spill it!” He questioned authoritatively. Liam held his gaze for some time and got his hand off his expensive tuxedo. “It looks like the work of one of my father's minions”, he said at last. Adrian closed his eyes as realization quickly dawned on him. “I didn't know Golden Fingers was still going to play dirty”, Adrian said.

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.”

He played with my hair, twirling my curls around his tattooed fingers. I took a deep breath, involuntarily picturing the scene of him pressing my face into the glass table and fucking me from behind. The thought was intrusive. And too vivid for comfort. I did want that. “Brave will be touching you here,”he murmured, letting the back of his fingers graze my collar bones. “And here” he moved over my exposed cleavage,touching the skin softly and I let him, because he was hot. “Knowing that all these men are watching”. He nodded his head to the left,into the group of men he wasn’t even looking at.