Touch On Manwha Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her husband, the heir to a mafia organization mysteriously dies. To keep the peace between both families, she is forced to marry his ruthless brother. He is cold, calculating, and has enemies who would kill her just for his last name, and she…..well she simply just wants to save herself from the brink of ruin. He says he’ll never touch her, she says she doesn’t want him. They both think the other is hiding something and they’re both right. Love, lust, power, angst. Two opposites, forced together by unfortunate circumstances. Will they prevail? Or will fate further drift them apart?

Lena thought she escaped the nightmare of her car accident, but Cassian has other plans. He stalks her every move, appearing in the mirrors, his whispers consuming her mind. The lines between fear and desire blur as his touch ignites something dark and uncontrollable inside her. He’s not just haunting her—he’s claiming her. Every encounter draws her deeper into his twisted world, where pleasure and pain collide. The question isn’t if she can escape, but if she even wants to. As the boundaries of her body and soul erode, Lena finds herself unable to resist his overwhelming pull.

A deal signed in blood. A love she never saw coming. Elena Moretti was never a daughter only a bargaining chip. When her cruel father sells her to the most feared man in the underworld, Adriano Romano, the ruthless Mafia Lord , her nightmare takes a deadly new turn. Cold. Dangerous. Merciless. Adriano doesn’t believe in love only control. Yet the girl he bought refuses to bow. Bound by a deal, trapped by desire, Elena must survive the man whose name makes enemies tremble…and whose touch burns with dangerous warmth. Will she lose herself to the chains he forged or make him fall to his knees?

"Mmm… With my husband away, his little brother comes to play with me… You two are really… ahhh…" After my brother finished and left the room, my sister-in-law lay on the bed, fast asleep and completely defenseless. I could not hold back anymore. I reached out and touched her. To my surprise, she woke up from my touch… yet instead of pushing me away, she pulled me into her arms, willingly letting me leave my marks all over her soft body. Lost in the heat of the moment, I looked up–and saw my brother’s figure standing right there.

Narrative: Awakening, I felt as though I was submerged in water. "Meow," I attempted to articulate, but to my surprise, a feline sound escaped my lips instead! What on earth had she done to me? Why had she bathed me? And now, what was to be done with her in her current state of undress? I found myself cursing under my breath as I took in the sight of her alluring, bare form. My head was spinning... The warmth was gradually spreading throughout my body as I gazed upon her nudity... A mere few moments with her and I was uncertain if I could restrain myself... This couldn't be my fault, could it? She was the one who initiated it. Her beautiful face held my gaze as she tightly shut her eyes. She was too stunning to resist, and I was merely a lustful vampire who was attracted to her. "Could you please touch me more?" she implored. What was this sensation? A fire was ignited within me, a burning desire to caress her. The way she yearned for my touch was irresistible. I was so engrossed in her bare, voluptuous form that I hadn't noticed my transformation back into my human shape. By the time I realized I was already kissing her, it was too late, and she didn't protest, even though her eyes were now open. I was positioned above her, my size dwarfing hers, as if I were a titan and she was merely a mortal woman beneath me. I leaned down to kiss her, my eyes drawn to her collarbone, "Please, more..." she pleaded, "Please, more..." "Are you certain, my dear? Once I begin, I may not be able to stop."

He got me pregnant, stripped me of my virginity, abandoned me and still want me back... Ten years ago, Nadia Voss’s dreams of becoming an investigative journalist were shattered by a single night of passion and a devastating betrayal. Fired from her job as a maid for the powerful De Montclair family and ghosted by the man she loved, Leandro Cruz, Nadia was left pregnant, alone, and stripped of her Ivy League scholarship. Now, she is a fiercely protective mother to ten-year-old genius twins, working days as a lowly editorial assistant and nights as a masked stripper to fund their future. She has spent a decade hating the untouchable billionaire who ruined her life. Leandro De Montclair is a tech genius with psychosomatic condition. He has a violent, life-threatening aversion to human touch, triggered by a traumatic mobbing incident ten years ago. Isolated and locked in a bitter succession war with his ruthless half-brother, Julian, Leandro’s only goal is to secure his position as CEO of his late father’s biotechnology empire. When Julian orchestrates a cruel setup to trigger Leandro’s condition using a masked stripper, the plan backfires spectacularly. The stripper is Nadia. And in a shocking twist of fate, she is the only person in the world whose touch doesn't send Leandro into anaphylactic shock. Desperate to prove his stability to the board, Leandro offers Nadia a marriage of convenience. For Nadia, it’s a chance to secure her sons' futures; for Leandro, it’s a shield against his brother’s sabotage. But as the ink dries on their contract, the bitter enemies are forced to confront the explosive chemistry that never died, the lies that tore them apart, and a secret that will change the De Montclair legacy forever. Leandro is their legitimate father.

“Get undressed and wait for me in bed. Keep your legs open until I finish my shower,” he commanded with the power of his Alpha status and as her mate. She wanted to resist. “Do you think I'm the same Luna you forced in the past? I refuse to submit to you. I won't let you touch me.” He growled softly, feeling a hot desire for her. She was no longer the unattractive Luna he remembered. She was gorgeous. He wanted to devour her with his tongue. He pulled her close and pushed her onto the bed, licking the back of her ear, making her moan in pleasure. He whispered, “I won't touch your body. Just your pussy until you beg for more.” He used to be next in line for Alpha and was under the control of his grandfather, the Alpha king. He had to accept mating with the woman he disliked the most - the daughter of one of the most powerful Alphas in the werewolf kingdom. If he didn't, he might lose his chance at being Alpha king after his grandfather's death. He thought he was mateless at the time. He didn't choose to mate with the unattractive woman, so he cheated on her day and night. But, one drunken night, he lost control and slept with her. Later, he forced her to break their mating bond. But, he discovered she was carrying his triplets. He forced her to be his mate again, or she wouldn’t see her children again. Six years later, he was no longer weak. He was the Alpha king of werewolves.

There isn't a single ounce of fear projecting off him as he stands in front of me, his extreme level of authority practically radiating throughout the room. "If you touch her again, the next bullet I shoot will go right through your head. Comprendere?" He warns, and the threat is clear as the eyes of many people around us widen and get scared. .................................... Lula has always liked the idea of capturing memories and moments that will last forever. You can take a picture and know that it will last at least as long as the people in it, if not longer. That is, until she takes a picture of something by accident that will make her regret that one innocent click over and over.

He slammed into her, harder, deeper, each thrust stealing her breath. “You’re mine tonight,” he growled, voice rough with need. She trembled beneath him, gasping, “Please… don’t stop. I need you harder.” His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer. One night fueled by hunger and surrender where every whispered command and aching plea pulled them deeper into a dangerous game of craving, control, and obsession… and every touch burned hotter than the last. ️ This story contains explicit, intense sexual scenes, raw passion, and dark romance. Strictly 18+. Read at your own risk.

. "Shhh, Daddy won't know," Lucas whispered, his hands tracing my thighs as the silk of my robe slid away. My husband bought the robe, but it was his son's touch that made me tremble. "Stop... Stop, Lucas," I said, but my body betrayed me, already dripping with a need I'd buried for years. I was about to make out with a 23-year-old boy, in the home his father paid for. The air was thick with secrets, my guilt a sharp perfume beneath his clean, dangerous scent. This wasn't fixing him anymore. This was him breaking me open, and God help me, I was begging for the crash.