The Mech Touch Novels & Stories

"I'm not sorry for it. I just should have been more careful at the same time." She reached for his hand then. No hesitation this time, no careful, deliberate testing of the space between them, just her fingers closing around him like it was already an old, familiar habit rather than something four days old. Roberto felt the same quiet, disbelieving gratitude he'd felt every time she'd touched him since the terrace; the astonishment of a man who had spent over a decade flinching from contact, discovering, again and again, that this particular hand simply didn't register as a threat to any part of him. "We'll handle him," Alicia said. "Together. That's what the contract was always supposed to

The noise stopped in my head but one question popped up, why did the girl sit behind me where there were so many vacant chairs inside? The question faded when I realized that was not my concern. So, I went back to reading until such time I finished doing my research. When I was done, I gathered all the books I took, I even fixed my jacket. When I was about to bring them back to the shelves, I stood up and carried them when accidently, the girl and I bumped to each other. So, technically, he touched me, I touched her. Due to excessive fear combined with surprise, I froze like I was under a spell wherein I was motionless. I could not even breathe; the fact that we touched each other, for sure,

Don't forget the hand that he put in his pants pocket to control it via the remote. "Stop it!" Camella whispered. Instead of stopping the thing, Alland pressed it into hard mode, making it vibrate violently. Camella bit her lower lip holding back a sigh, her hands already gripping the bag in her lap. A few minutes passed, Alland didn't turn off the object, he just looked at Camella with a grin. While Camella was desperately holding herself back.

I told him, keeping my head on his chest, still hugging him. He hugged me back, keeping both his hands on my back, rubbing it. It feels nice whenever he touches me. His touch soothes my heart. I don't know what to call this feeling, but I know I have started to like him. “Does it mean from now onwards, you are going to listen to everything I say?” His husky voice reached my ear and I looked up from his chest, our lips just an inch away.

put a f**king bullet in it. He then looked at me. His tone sank low. Brutal. At last. Not without passing me first, "No one touch what belongs to me." My heart thumped quickly against my body. And for the first time since I came, a part of me believed him. I was not certain if I should be afraid. Or grateful.

He was listening to Kate talk about something that happened at school, nodding occasionally, the picture of parental attention. Carol's fingers slipped beneath the elastic of her panties. The first touch against her bare skin made her bite the inside of her cheek to keep from gasping. She was so wet, so ready, just from sitting next to him. Her fingers found her clit, already swollen and sensitive, and she began to rub in slow, careful circles.

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

Shantal hears the sky crackle loudly, almost thunderous, and looks up to see four blue dots, all in a line, fall from the sky. Shantal hears the sky crackle loudly, almost thunderous, and looks up to see four blue dots, all in a line, fall from the sky.The ground shakes and cracks as another mech appears, this one with a large machine gun on its back. The chest of the new mech opens, revealing a solider that Shantal has felt like she's seen before, but gets a headache when thinking about it too much.

I screamed across the field. He was almost at the touchdown line, but a linebacker plowed across the field and tackled him to the ground with just a few feet to go. The crowd erupted in boos and groans of disappointment, and I watched as Aiden ripped off his helmet and threw it on the ground before he fell to his knees and punched the ground a couple of times.

He wears a leather tunic. He is sprightly, hopping out of the carriage and landing on the ground. I find myself staring at him. He heads straight for our Alpha and the two embrace, slapping each other's backs. "It's good to see you," Alpha Maxwell says. He has the energy of a pup, I think, rather than a distinguished grandfather like Alpha Nico. "You, too," Alpha Nico responds. "May I introduce my mate, Luna Tatiana." The Luna steps forwards and shakes hands with the visiting Alpha.