The Mech Touch Exlor Novels & Stories

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.

"We can't scratch that thing! It has reactive armor!" The mech stepped onto the cargo ramp. The ship groaned under the weight. Its hydraulic foot crushed a metal crate flat. Its sensor eye glowed red, scanning the smoke. It locked onto the medical bay door. Onto Arthur. "Target acquired," the mech's external speaker boomed, a voice that sounded like grinding gears. "High Value Asset: Confirmed. Initiating sterilization." Ren was on the catwalk above the cargo bay. He looked down at the mech. He had no explosives. No magic. No admin codes to delete it.

On the day my adoptive father, Claude Bolton, is buried, my biological parents, along with the fake heiress, Gwen Walton, force their way into the funeral hall to pressure me into signing a statement of forgiveness. They say Gwen is about to be recommended for graduate school, so she can't afford to have a disciplinary record for driving a mechanic to his death. My biological mother, Lorna Pollard, holds my hand and cries. "Claude is already dead. Don't ruin Gwen too." My biological father, Joseph Walton, presses the pen into my palm. "The dead shouldn't stand in the way of the living." Gwen kneels in front of the casket, crying pitifully. "Ada, I'm sorry. I didn't know Mr. Bolton wou

Liu Yu was shocked at first and felt the threat of death, but then found out, eh? The hands-on mecha has a silver-grey exterior, that sleek shape and an ultra-metallic body that's not Lightsaber, the top combat armor, and the only 35-level mecha, the dream of all mecha divisions. In the entire alliance, only one person is capable and qualified to drive this mecha "Come out! Are you all shrinking tortoises when you keep hiding like this?"

It was filled with types of equipment that the mundanes usually use and some unidentified things as well. I went near a weird-looking blue mirror, wondering why it was there. I tried to touch it and I instantly felt my finger got wet. I examined it and realized that it was actually water. "That's a liqua manor. We used it to train young glacias in using their abilities." I turned around behind me when I heard Cool talk and I found him staring at me while he was still seated on the bean bag. "You wanted to try it?" he asked and he stood up.

She looked in her reflection in the mirror and put on some foundation and then came out again. "I got you again." Someone pulled her again inside the cubicle. "M-Matteo," she said nervously as she look into his hazel brown eyes. He's still holding her arm. "L-Let me g-go." She tries to grab back her arm but he doesn't let it go. "Matteo ..." It's sounds more like a moan when he pulls her closer to him. Her body burned up again into a maximum heat. "Don't hold it woman." That voice again. A baritone voice that can make a woman to surrender. And his touch giving her fire inside her.

I was so shocked that I grabbed my hand and shouted. "Don't touch me!" The maids quickly went to check us. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I breathe heavily. "W-water" I said. Someone handed me water and I saw It was him. I immediately took and drank it. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'm okay." Out of breath I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ---" "I still don't want to eat because I'm still full and I have to look at something now. So please, don't touch me"

Clinton smiled spontaneously, focusing again on the data on the screen. Harris didn't take much notice of Clinton's anomaly, leaning his chin on his phone screen. Harris is being manipulated by the devil and opened the dating site yesterday. Harris then clicked on Mr.R's profile picture, which showed a beautiful, elongated hand holding a glass of wine. This photo is stolen, without a good angle, but still used by Mr.R. Last night, Harris was stroked and loved countless times by that beautiful hand. The blood in Harris's body rushed to his brain, and he forced himself to calm down. After five minutes, Harris clicked into the dialog box, and inside there was still a message containing the loca

Skye As his cock moved up till it touched my neck and then pushed back down, I could feel how hard it was as it pressed between my titties. I never imagined that titty-fucking my lover would be so sexy, but with each thrust and growl, I could feel the moisture gathering in my underwear. I knelt down and sucked his cock's swollen tip as it passed past my breasts. He continued to press before sticking out his cock, reaching up for my face, and yanking me in his direction. He placed himself next to me and put me on my back while removing my underwear and stroking my soaking wet pussy with his fingers. His fingers slipped between my folds and into my secretions as I parted my legs and opened up,

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.”