Touch Series Book Novels & Stories

he stiffened realising what all those was meant for. “Touch is the first sense to wake when you’re born and so does it wake up a soul who wants to commit suicide,” Justin interrupted, his voice deep and measured. “But it's the last to feel before death and you’ve been trying to skip everything in between.” Greg opened his mouth to argue, but Justin was already lifting the feather wand from the case. He twirled it lazily between his fingers, the soft plumes catching the lamplight. The first touch was a sweet sensation at the base of Greg’s throat. So light it might have been imagined.

But a voice—his voice—murmured low, "Keep 'em closed, baby. Just feel it." His breath was hot against my ear, and I obeyed, sinking deeper into the sensations. The hands on my tits grew bolder, one mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking hard while fingers tweaked the other. Oh fuck, yes—that was it, the perfect storm. Waves of heat crashed through me, my body trembled as I relaxed into what I thought was Andrew's skilled touch.

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,

I placed everything on the table and was grateful that there was a spoon included. So, we started eating. I took the phone Gabriel had given me. I pressed an app, and a cover appeared. I smiled as I played it, having seen an update. It was a novel, but since I didn’t know how to read, Gabriel had recommended an app that featured an AI to read the book to me. “What’s that?” Art asked. I looked up to see him staring at my phone. Was he asking what the phone was? I touched my cheek—I didn’t think so since he had his own phone in hand.

And at its center—hopefully but nervously smiling—Adrian. He had on a dark, fitted coat and held in his hand a small, hand-stitched book. Elara moved towards him, her step quiet on the garden path. "What is this?" Adrian held out the book. "It's a journal. Yours." She blinked in confusion. "Mine?"

He takes the plate, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, “We’ll see.” We sit at the table, and for a few blissful seconds, there’s only the sound of forks scraping against plates. But of course, I can’t leave well enough alone. “So,” I say between bites, “about this no touching rule…” He groans. “Not this again.” “I’m just saying—it’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? We’re adults. We can survive the occasional accidental brush of the arm.” “It’s not dramatic,” he says flatly. “It’s simple. No touching means no lines get crossed.”

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.

It leaves me lifeless, gasping for a breath I cannot find, A broken thing, watching as my life slips behind. ​Until you came, no, until you showed. Sienna, you are like the rain that soothes the burns in my soul. One touch from your hand, and the agony is slain, You wash away the plaque, you drown out the pain. ​Only your touch keeps me from shattering into a million pieces. You are my MIRACLE. My CURE. My TREA-SURE. ​I climbed in next to her. The door clicked shut, sealing out the noise.

His touch leaves behind a blazing trail of desire, and I hold my breath. "You're going to have a black eye, you should put some ice on that." His jaw ticks, as his eyes harden. He drops his hand and I finally breath. The way just one touch from him affects me bewilders me. My body has never responded to anything or anyone like it does with Camden.