Stolen Touches Novels & Stories

To secure a major project, I had to fly overseas immediately. When I returned, two months had already passed. By then, that family was in complete ruin. Mr. Moonstone had been admitted to the ICU. Despite her advanced age, Mrs. Moonstone had boldly chosen love, running off with Caleb after emptying the family accounts. Emily, the illegitimate daughter, was ambitious, rallying shareholders to wrest control of the company from her. As for her so-called true love, Aaron, he caused her plenty of trouble as well. His plagiarism scandal had been exposed.

In the elevator, going down to the real world, he leaned against the mirrored wall, his heart pounding. He could still feel it. The ghost of that touch branded on his shoulder, a mark. It had been momentary. Almost imperceptible. And yet, it felt more binding than any treaty, any handshake with a world leader. It was the first forbidden touch. And he knew, with a certainty that excited and scared him, that it would not be the last. ---

My bracelet was stolen from me. I had to get back. Adrian had to know the truth. He was being fooled, and would be mad if he knew someone had deceived him. Would he have already married someone else? Aiden touched my bare arm, and lust suddenly coursed through my body. This was weird, right? This touch, this feeling... It was when Adrian touched me. Stepping closer to Aiden, his face stayed glued on mine.

I could feel the rough texture of the dirt against my fingertips, and the softness of Steven’s skin as our hands touched. We locked eyes, but before I could withdraw my hand, Stefani snatched it and placed it into Steven’s hand. “Touch each other’s hands and give each other a hug if you have a fight,” Stefani instructed. “And now, apologize to each other.” My jaw dropped in astonishment as Steven’s lips curled into a ghostly smile. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I felt a cool breath brush against my cheek. I was struck dumb, unable to articulate my thoughts or feelings. Suddenly, a pair of soft lips pressed against my cheek, sending shivers down my spine.

I leaned in, taking his fingers into my mouth like I had no control over what I was doing anymore, my gaze still locked on his as I obeyed. And he didn’t look away. Not even once. A moan slipped off my lips as I rolled my tongue alongside his fingers, my eyes still not leaving his. I watched as his Adam's apple bobbed; his eyes went even darker, and I could rarely make out any colors from them. He pulled back and I swear I heard a groan rumble off his throat even when his lips didn't move. "Do you know what people who break simple rules deserve?" Mr Steele asked and my body shivered.

I do not trust you at all. My face went hot with shame and fury. Tears welled in my eyes and my voice trembled but I kept saying it over and over. I did not steal anything. Please stop touching me. Please. I did not. He ignored every word. He grabbed my waist again checking for something and that was when Brian snapped. He moved like fire grabbing the architect’s wrist and yanking it off me so hard the man stumbled. Touch her again and I swear you will not like the result Brian warned his voice low and calm in a dangerous way.

My eyes suddenly locked onto his wet lips and reddened nose. He must have noticed the way I was staring, because he slowly leaned in as well. His hand lifted, brushing some snow from my hair, but I could swear it was only an excuse to get closer. His thumb slid to my lower lip, gently caressing it. The touch nearly drew a moan from me, but I managed to stop myself… “You didn’t flinch…” His eyes were still fixed on my lips. “What?” It took a moment for me to realize what he meant…

“Riot’s odds are shifting. He thinks it’ll happen before the next home game. Liam’s already collecting new bets.” His free hand rose, hovering near my bruised cheek before gently cupping my jaw. The touch was feather-light, but it sent electricity racing across my skin. His thumb stroked the edge of the fading mark there. “I hate that they’re watching us,” he whispered. “I hate that every stolen moment feels like borrowed time. But I hate even more that I can’t stop wanting them.” He stepped fully into me, caging me against the counter with his bigger body. His thigh slid between mine with deliberate care, pressing just enough to remind me of the heat between us. I felt him hardening against

Andrew's smile faltered too. "Alright, no need for that," Marie interjected, trying to smooth things over. "That would only make things awkward for everyone." Just then, a maid hurried in. "Mr. Scott! I found your watch under the bed. I've already put it back in its place." "Wait, so it was all a misunderstanding?" "He really doesn't seem like the type to steal. Something feels off..." The comments trickled in, dividing in their opinions. Elyssa looked visibly uncomfortable. She sent me another payment with a brief note.

Balance is everything. That’s where the touches come in the real art of stealing a man. That little brush in the hallway when we pass each other. I apologize sweetly “Sorry, I didn’t see you coming” and let my fingers linger on his shoulder just a second too long. The electric spark when I hand him his coffee, fingertips grazing his longer than necessary. The soft pat on his hand, paired with fluttering lashes and steady eye contact that quietly promises: I’m here if you need someone who isn’t your wife or your therapist to talk to.