Stolen Touches Novels & Stories

I hissed and he chuckled "Why?" "What do you mean why? It's my lips" I said and that made him laugh "That's mine.. Besides I can steal whatever I want since you already stole something from me" huh? What did I steal? "Excuse me? I'm not a thief.. I never stole anything from you" I said opening my water bottle "Never? Never?" He asked and stole my water bottle "Hey!" "Let's go beautiful , today I want to have you all day" He stated and pulling me to the lockers

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

He tenses at the touch and grabs my wrist tightly, but without hurting me. “You are naughty. "You still don't know how much." I move closer without loosening my grip. His penis is like a stone and my hand is warm, as is my belly. He removes my hand and I let him do it. The package has been touched and you can't take that away from me. I don't know why I did it, maybe to prevent her from running off again and not having what the hell to think of him other than her eyes. The bartender knocks on the open door and says:

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."

“Oh, sweety pie! Don’t be so hard on yourself! Some need longer than others. Here, let me help you up.” Gritting my teeth in silence, I showed him a stiff smile. He knew I didn’t just trust him or forgive him on the second, so at least there was no need to pretend there. A stubbornness I never felt before roared in my chest as he lifted me up and leaned me up against the wall. Both his hands just so happened to brush over my thighs, adjusting me. His palm brazed my breast, and his breath was warm and heavy against my neck. Leaning over me, padding my sides with more fur and skin, his touches were brazen, accidentally touching intimate and private areas under the covers of helping me.

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.

I looked around us, trying to see if there was anyone watching us, and when I was sure I leaned forward and my hand touched his shoulder softly. The man breathed heavily and his other hand that wasn’t holding the alcohol held my waist through the coat and I felt like something electrified me. Suddenly, the image of angry Renzo showed up in front of me as he charged forward, seething and cursing. He always told me he doesn’t lie about people touching what belongs to him and I belong to him or at least that’s what he thinks. But I shook my head, clearing it, and focused on what I was doing, which was robbing the drunken man in front of me.

, 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.