Touch My Son Touch Your Death Novels & Stories

the man in a tux introduced his daughter. Jake offered his hand to Carren in which Carren immediately accepted it. "I'm Jake, nice to meet you." he then smiled. I looked down at their hands that are still holding each other. Can you let go, right? She's enjoying it, isn't she? "It's nice to meet you too, Jake. I've heard a lot about you and seeing you right now, I think everyone was really right about you." she even reached out Jake's hand and briefly stroked the back of his hand with her fingers!

My mother asked in a low voice as though she was afraid that someone was eavesdropping. "You don't need to whisper because everyone knows that the almighty king who respected the rules and held onto them so tightly has a forbidden son, mother,"I said in a high voice so that she could know that it was not a secret anymore. "He's not alive, he's dead."She said through gritted teeth and I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows at her words.

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

“I know you’d rather die than surrender. I know your pride’s bigger than this house. I know you fight like a woman who’s been disappointed too many times. And I know that right now, you’re wondering what I’d feel like if I kissed you.” She swallowed hard, unable to move. Her breathing hitched. “You think pretty words and money make you irresistible?” “No,” he said. “I think the heat between us already answered that question.” He reached out, fingertips grazing her jaw—not grabbing, not forcing, just touching, barely, like a promise. And her body betrayed her with a soft gasp, her skin lighting up under his touch like a struck match. But then she pulled back. Fast. Like a snap. “Get out,” she

Florence's eyes were swollen and bloodshot, a clear sign that Chester's death had hit her hard. The moment she stepped through the door, she started yelling, "Ivy Lane, I'll have you know right now that even if you killed my son, you'll never get a single cent from the Paget family! "My son's assets and this house will never belong to you, and I'll make sure you end up in prison!" How ridiculous. What assets did she think Chester could possibly have left?

I feel the pull also, but I cannot mate a little girl. Just then she answered my question, “Moon Touched is my pack. We started creating it after my supposed death with those that wish to be my protectors. Then, when Alpha Thomas left this world, the rest of Blood Meadow gave their loyalty to me and joined my pack. I am Alpha Luna of the Moon Touched pack.”

Taking a deep breath, he reached for it and saw it was his men from the hospital calling. He picked up and sighed. “Why the hell are you calling in the middle of the night? How is my son?” “DEAD.” Moore froze completely at the deep, guttural voice—thick and filled with menace. It was none other than Lucian Draven. “What?” Moore’s eyes widened. “Oh, you didn’t hear it clearly?” A mocking chuckle sounded from the other end—taunting. “Your son is dead, as promised, Mr. Moore. Alongside his friends and your men.”

"It’s 2026. You’re in my home. You’re alive." ​I looked at him, my vision blurring with tears of rage and confusion. "You killed me. In the last life... you didn't just let me die. You did it yourself." ​Julian’s face went deathly pale. He didn't pull away. He didn't deny it. Instead, he leaned in, his forehead almost touching mine. The "Forbidden Touch" was screaming at us—the closer we got, the more the Shadow between us pulsed, a dark, magnetic force that wanted to pull us into a single, lethal atom.

touch me please Your plea sends a surge of desire through the boys, and they waste no time in responding. Lucas's hand slides down from your cheek to your neck, his thumb gently caressing your pulse point. Jeke hesitates for a moment before placing his hand on your hip, his touch gentle yet firm. Nicolas's hands continue their exploration, his fingers tracing the contours of your body with increasing urgency. Henri's possessive nature wars with his desire to please you, and he steps closer, his hand resting on your thigh.

She fumbled with the remote, her finger hovering over the button. Enzo fired. The shot rang out like a thunderclap. Victoria screamed, the remote flying from her hand and shattering against a headstone. She clutched her bleeding hand, stumbling backward. I dove. I hit the ground hard, sliding through the wet dirt, and threw my body over Isabella's. "Hold your breath!" I screamed, wrapping my arms around her head. The explosion was deafening. It wasn't a massive, earth-shattering blast; it was a localized charge buried beneath the headstone next to the grave. The stone shattered into a thousand pieces, a shockwave of dirt and debris raining down on us like shrapnel.