Touch Her And Die Trope Novels & Stories

She said and he nodded stretching his hands in front of him to stop her from getting any closer than she was. "Let's say I watched my friend trip off and hang on a wire in a factory and now I am scared for life," he muttered as he kneaded his neck, looking downwards. His expression dulled. "I-I didn't…know," she whispered covering her mouth with her hand. "No one should have to go through that," she stared into nothing as her mind flashed to when she watched her father die after his car flipped over. "I saw my father die in a race car and I am still driving so quite being a drama queen and let me hold your neck," she gesticulated as she spoke.

Ri'elle's eyes grow wide, I can hear his heart pounding in his chest, then I see the look in Samuel's eye and I understand, he is Ri'elle's Amore. "Ri'elle, this is Samuel, the vampire king." I tell him, letting my voice trail off as I step aside letting Ri'elle and Samuel have a clear view of each other. I hate this, vampires are dangerous in the best of times, and this is war, this is our enemy, but now if I were to kill him it would not only mean the death of my friendship with Ri'elle, it could also mean Ri'elle's actual death. Because when you are blessed with an Amore your souls join as one, when one of you die's the damage done to the soul can cause the death of the other, especialy i

"I'll be working on your thighs now. Please recline slightly on the pillow." "Okay." Even though I was still shy, the anticipation of his touch had completely eclipsed my sense of shame. Following his instructions, I sat up slightly. As I looked down, I saw that my chest was coated in the white cream. When the air hit my skin, it sent a cooling shiver through me. Fingerprints were left scattered across my chest, and the tips were glistening with moisture. Anyone could see that I had been toyed with. But I had no idea this was only the beginning.

I replied, reminiscing the situation that pushed me into ending the story that way. “If I were Troy… I wouldn't let Serenity die,” he stated, firmly. “Isn't that a cliché? I prince charming saving his true love?” I asked, teasing him a bit. “Aren't all romances like that? The Romeo and Juliet pattern, lovers sacrificing their lives for the sake of their love… Isn't it the same with Serenity's dying for Troy?” he smirked. “You are right. It is a used thread,” I chuckled and claimed seriously, “In real life… I wouldn't want anyone to sacrifice his life for me…”

On the letter was a note saying: "Dear Ash, I told you no one could ever love you more than I did. No man could touch you except me. No one could marry you except me... I was the only one who can smell you, who can make you happy and I am the only one who can love you more than anything in this world, only I, Ash. ONLY ME! Whoever falls in love with you, nor touches you... Remember they will all die, trust me when I say they would. I love you." 💋 Just reading his letter made me shudder. The letter has a kiss marked at the end of his letter as his signature. We tried to trace that mark but he was smart, it was unidentified, I wonder how did he do that? That was not the first threatening love

“Excuse me?” He took another deliberate step forward, his chest brushing mine, his voice a deadly promise. “Let them see how untouchable you are. Let them wonder if they’d survive trying.” The meaning hit me like a punch to the gut. This wasn’t just about playing house. It was a message. Touch her, and you die. I swallowed hard. “So I’m not a bride,” I said quietly. “I’m bait.” He didn’t deny it. He didn’t soften. Misha Petrov never softened.

"We'd known each other for ages. Just friends, you know? But then one night, when I was patching him up after a bad fall, we looked at each other...differently. He said if we just let our guard down, maybe something could happen. Five days later, he was dead.” The air crackled with a tension so thick, it was almost tangible. Fuck, shit. No wonder Tabitha was here, seeking vengeance for her one true love. She believed someone had stolen her happiness, ripped it away from her like a thief in the night. If the mate bond had snapped into place before he died, then Tabitha would be a wreck, barely able to walk from the sheer agony tearing her heart apart. I sure as hell didn't want to use the wor

"From that day till now, that's how people knew me for causing deaths to everything I touched. They always thought I cursed death to everything I touched." "But it wasn't like that; death only occurs to the people I love dearly from my heart and not people I touch." "I know they have said that flowers around me die, but that's not true. It's only the flowers I like that tend to dry up immediately when I touch them." "I had just laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling when a sharp pain coursed through my chest. My hand quickly clutched onto the place hard." "What was happening?" "This is the kind of pain that happens when Lily is in pain. Was something happening to her?"

Her legs wrap around me, her fingers claw into my shoulders. I press her against the hidden door, crushing my body against hers. My tongue slides into her mouth, deep, rough, needy. She moans and meets me with equal hunger, her own tongue clashing with mine. I grip her hips, my hands roaming, desperate to touch, to claim. I will die without her, I thought. And it was true. I died the moment she was gone. But one touch of her lips, and it feels like I am back to life, back in this world.

“Does anyone know what you’re capable of doing?” “I… I don’t know what you mean.” She stammers, but her shock gives her away. “I don’t…” “You just saw my death.” I counter, moving toward her while she tries to stay out of my reach. “How does it work? Do you have to touch skin to skin?” “Stay away from me.” She growls, her eyes flashing with anger. “I don’t know what you think you’ve discovered, but it isn’t…AH!” She doesn’t finish her words as she trips over a rock and then begins to fall, and without thinking, I’m moving, wrapping an arm around her waist and stopping her from falling.