The Mech Touch Novels & Stories

What happens when you are suddenly bound to a monster. A devil. An anomaly that should never exist. His touch? An execution that no woman has ever survived. But still, he chose me. A worthless, spineless human. His touch was supposed to end me. But it didn’t. Instead, It made crave more. Want more. He is not one to fall in love. He takes — by force, not choice. But he’s finally met his match. I am no Longer the weak girl deposed by her family. I am something he wants. Something he needs. I am the final solution to his heart-wrenching curse. Something much more dangerous than just the cure he thinks I am. My blood is the key. But also the cause.

After I married into a rich family as my older sister's stand-in, my powerful husband didn't touch me for six months. Then I overheard his friend. "You chased her ten years just to marry her, and you still won't touch her?" He looked down, smiling bitter. "I have a problem... I'm scared I'd scare her off." That night I stormed into his room and slapped the divorce papers on the nightstand. "Two choices—sleep with me or sign." He ripped the papers apart and pinned me to the wall, something wild breaking loose in his eyes. "Third choice... I make sure you can't get out of bed tomorrow."

“Do I need to remind you of who your ass belongs to” his voice roared deep into my body causing shivers to spread through them “No Alpha Gillian ” I shivered. Desiree Greyfort was supposed to hate him but every time he touches her. She forgot the reasons why she hated him in the first place. After all, she was his to claim, his to touch and his to torture. “I am going to fuck his scent away that you won't be able to walk again” his mouth settled on my neck causing me to moan softy. “Beg me” he commanded. I am supposed to beg him to stop but what came out of my mouth was. “Please, touch me ”

"Tristan! Help!" I called out his name again. It was not a scream but a command. He didn't even flinch. "You know the rules, Juniper," he said, his voice fearfully calm. "I don't touch you. Don't use a fall to trick me into breaking those rules." .... But this mess is over. I’m done playing love with him. I’m returning to the Vangough seat. And as for the man who was allergic to my touch, he’s just about to find out how much it hurts when I finally let go—and take my empire with me. Tristan wants a divorce. But I’ll give him a battle he will never be able to endure.

Seraphina, a cursed she-wolf seer, works at The Velvet Fang, a high-end exclusive club for supernatural and humans alike. After a few years of living under the radar, her peace shatters when a desperate alpha whose mate she once failed to save seeks her expertise again, not knowing she was the same she-wolf he encountered in the past. Struggling with guilt and fear, she tries to flee the encounter, but collides with a mysterious stranger whose touch both unnerves and enchants her. His touch awakens something dark and dangerously addictive within her, leaving her shaken and confused. In one night, the past she's been running away from and something new and dangerous both find her at the same time... and neither seems willing to let her go.

Starting from the bitterness of the past, Andrew, also known as Andy, strives to rise. Luck, with a touch of magic, leads him to experience many complex situations. Is his life truly as lucky as it seems? Or is death lurking without him realizing it?

Fear, anger, and pain… those were the things I always felt when someone was dying, they were all dying one by one, bloodshed everywhere, and the main root of their death was I, alone.This is a thriller with a touch of a bit romance. :)

I was raised as nothing more than a sex slave to the Alpha—trained to please, to obey, to never dream of freedom. My body was his property, my future already written in chains. Falling for anyone in this pack was forbidden…especially him...Thorne Grimsong. The Beta. My master’s most loyal second-in-command. He wasn’t supposed to look at me. He wasn’t supposed to touch me. And I was never supposed to crave him the way I do. Yet one stolen glance turned into a touch. One touch burned into a sin I couldn’t take back. Now I’m trapped between the monster who owns me and the man I was never meant to want. One will kill me for my disobedience. The other might kill me with his love. #3

Craving for one another, there desires run wild, there list burns exploring there emotions. A touch runs deep darkening there infatuation, thirtst quenching from the friction of there heated body. Leonel and Ismael, heirs to ruvalry business empires, find pleasure in themselves, a pleasure that leads burning love , a flame that scourges all it touches. His eyes had found what he desired, the fiery flames of lust burning down his resentments to love, he craved for the touch of his lips, his excitement at there marital bound, lunching in there disruption, bringing there secrets to life, tearing for a long while themselves away apart from one another. years passed Ismael returns to the married Leo, with kids exactly aged at there departing day, seeking to find the truth at there striking resemblance, Ismael's revenge plan is revealed.

“If you were the last man on earth and I needed to be saved, I would rather die than let you touch me.” I screamed in his face, my husband. The name still sounded bitter on my tongue. He looked the least bit bothered by my outburst, taking two tentative steps until he stood right in front of me, close enough that all I could smell was him. He gripped my chin and forced me to look at him. “Throw your tantrum princess. When you’re done you’ll come back pleading for my touch, you’ll beg me to ruin you. You will swell with my child and give me the heir that I want.” He turned but stopped short and faced me again. “That is all you would be good for.”