Touch Series Book Novels & Stories

Honestly, I know this is not the best work out there and this is definitely not my best work. I will not ramble about how I started writing this book only for fun and how it became a paid story. No. I just wanted to stop by and let you all know that this book is actually a part of a series called PERFECT FOR YOU. Vincent and Joyce’s book is actually book 2 in the series. Richard, Misoo and Beau have their own book and so do Jordan and Aubrey, as well as Olivia Stanton.

Joy smiled, as she finished her brief summary of the book. "Wow. I am speechless. What later happened? Did he give in or disciplined himself?" Kevin and Rachael simply looked on as the two were speaking. "It is left for you to find out. The title of the book is WEIRD FEELING BY PROF ISRAEL. Do search it up on G****e, so as to know which app you can easily read it from. I am eagerly waiting for the part 2 of that book," Joy stated, as Andrew nodded.

Martha bellowed. "Yeah?" He sniffled and felt his teeth with his tongue. "Fuck, she broke my tooth," he grimaced. David appeared with the book Josh had talked about earlier. "We got it," he said, with a smug smile on his face, holding the book up as he gasped for breath after sprinting to them. "It's all.in there. Names, connections, locations, partners, every juicy detail of it," he handed the book to John, "it a freaking diary of all his crimes against humanity. He is a really bad man."

he murmured, his eyes never leaving a contract he was reviewing. I reached for the heavy leather-bound book at the same time he did. My fingers brushed against the back of his hand—a fleeting, accidental touch—but the effect was like a physical jolt. I pulled back instantly, but he didn't. His hand stayed there for a second longer than necessary, his skin warm and slightly rough against mine.

Then, quieter: “Okay. I will touch you.” His finger moved down slowly, tracing over my lips. The touch was light, teasing. Nothing more at first. The words hit me like a knife—nothing more—but then his hand continued. He cupped my breast through my thin shirt, pressing gently, thumb brushing over the fabric where my nipple hardened instantly. “Sam…” I whispered, the sound needy and broken.

"Now get up!" I did and she got on the bed and waited. This wasn't what I wanted but I had no choice since I was just a slave. I got on the bed with her and my dropped kisses on her neck. Trailed it down to her breasts then took a nipple in my mouth, and sucked. She seemed to like that because she moved and moaned. Then I used a finger from my good hand to play with her other nipple. This was the foreplay I could come up with. And I continued until I was able to make her release.

he mumbled against my lips as his hands worked on my body, smooching my boobs through my dress. His lips left mine to trail down my throat, I gasped, arching into him. His hands slid lower, gripping my hips, pulling me against his body. My body betrayed me as a moan escaped my lips when his hands slid underneath my dress. I bite down on my lips, hating the way my body responded to his touch. Hated that I was enjoying this. “Fuck, Sol…” he rasped, his voice rough from being drunk and with lust as his fingers thrust into my wet folds. “Do you see how you respond to my fucking touch? It's crazy.”

However, his back blocked my view as we were caught up in another world. I could barely notice myself as his body totally shrouded mine. I could see the way his hand held my waist and another was placed on the elevator wall. It was like this popular ‘dark romance’ movie. Exactly like Fifty Shades Of Grey and a tinge of Fifty Shades Darker. Only with the difference that this was dangerous. Just like the book, Hellbound With You, where Alexander Quin declared Abigail as his Little lamb. I didn't just feel like a lamb. I felt like something vulnerable. Something the devil has branded with those sinuous lips.

The doctor's voice was trembling. In the end, the doctor removed fourteen pieces of glass, of various sizes, from Leo's hand. "The patient's nerves are severely damaged. The tendons are torn. He needs microsurgery immediately!" Looking at the bloody fragments, my rage exploded. My gaze fell on the trembling Nico. Isabella, despite having one arm dislocated, was still screaming hysterically. "Damn you, Arabella! You dare touch my son, I'll kill you!" I gave a slight gesture with my hand.

Lorenzo’s thumb circled the sensitive tip, sending shivers through Kingsley’s overstimulated body. Lorenzo lifted his hand to his mouth, licking the release clean while holding Kingsley’s gaze. That sight stirred Kingsley’s arousal anew. Lorenzo finally looked away, eyes closing, lips parting as his movements grew erratic. Kingsley knew climax neared—and it hit, Lorenzo groaning deeply.