Touch Series Book Novels & Stories

With my blurry vision, I pushed my door open, the harsh action had it banging on the opposite wall. Hurling my bag on the floor I made a beeline for my bed. After sitting for quite a few minutes just sobbing, I finally had the courage to look at my arm. His grip was so hard that my once blemish-free skin now had the print of rough fingers wrapped around my upper arm. I touched the skin tenderly, my stomach twisting with unease.

Yes I might not have been too keen to recommend a book to him but since he’s already exhausted me with his weird antics it definitely wouldn’t hurt to sell him one of our most expensive books. My fingers hover over the keys as I wait but I could still feel it, the biting cold that never left my skin. Seeing as he’s still standing still I move stretching on tip toe as I take the book from him this time. His fingers brush mine again by accident or not accident, I can’t tell anymore but I react faster now, pulling back before I could sit with that cold too long. His touch still lingers though, like it doesn’t fully leave even when contact is broken.

She kept looking at the disappearing figure of her daughter as if she had already her precious baby girl. “Very good. You are on time.” Dankein hauled up from his seat and grabbed the nag Scarlet was carrying. He peeked inside and found a ridiculously huge book covering almost the whole of her backpack. He was about to touch the book when Evanora's words reverberated in his ears, “Don’t touch the book with your hands. If needed, use a cloth. There must be a barrier between the book and you. The only people allowed to touch it are Scarlet, Emerald, and the Old Dead Emperor kn this material world.”

The System began scanning the rows of scrolls and books, its internal mechanisms whirring as it processed the vast amount of information. After a moment, the System’s interface lit up, and a small holographic display appeared, pointing to a particular book on a high shelf. Danial’s eyes followed the display, landing on a tome with a cover adorned with intricate silver patterns. The title, written in elegant script, was "Ethereal Barrier Technique." With renewed hope, Danial carefully retrieved the book from the shelf. The cover felt cool to the touch, and the weight of the book suggested the depth of knowledge contained within. He opened it, revealing detailed illustrations and explanations

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.

"What something?" "I don't know yet." "You had an expression…" "I was surprised." "You were more than surprised." He held her gaze steadily. "The column of light," he said. "The direction it went." He paused. "In the old stories, the ones the elders tell about the Moon-touched, there's a specific manifestation. Something that only the most powerful Moon-touched could do." He stopped. "What manifestation?" He looked at her hands. Then at the sky where the light had gone.

He asked, his voice deeper than natural. His right hand unfisted, gracing her bare skin as it reached her neck, and with his thumb, he rubbed the mark on her neck. Electricity erupted through her body; that's all it took to make her forget what she had intended to confront him about. His touch was cold and refreshing on her hot skin, like a cold glass of water after being in the Sahara desert for a year. 'Was it hot in here?' Her breath came out raspy, it was beginning to become hard to breathe, and she wasn't sure why. Well, she knew why? His being this near her affected her in ways she couldn't explain, worst this time around than ever before.

Alland pulled the tip of the vibrator and he slowly pulled it out. “Ahh,” Camella sighed as the thing came out of her body. Alland brought his face closer and inhaled the scent of the girl's sensitive area. The fresh mint aroma entered his sense of smell. Alland stuck out his tongue and brushed the girl's clitoris with his tongue. "Ahh," the girl sighed as she felt a touch on her sensitive spot. Alland quickly swarmed Camella's, sucking the girl's sensitive spot, occasionally his tongue dipped into her. Alland did it so skillfully, how often did he do this?

I told him. Mr. Adonis kept his eyes on me for a few seconds and leaned into his seat. "What do you suggest?" He asked. "We'd have to come up with a plan if you’re going to touch me in public. If you feel the need to touch me in public, please give me a heads up, so I'd find a way you can touch me without looking weird," I told him. "Okay then. I look forward to working with you," Mr. Adonis stretched out right hand across the desk. I looked from him to his hand a few times, then put my hands in his. The warmth I felt as he held me. Dear lord.

Paris asked, slightly offended. “Yes, you look like a kid,” Merch said, laughing. “Let us go, pretty boy,” Matori said, laughing. Matori left Paris outside the Library, “it is a 24-hour library.” Paris picked up Soraya’s scent, thinking, ‘will she remember me? Has her mind been wiped?’ Paris entered the library and followed the scent that was all over the place but he focused on her human scent and then he saw her, her nose in an ancient-looking book, ‘one would think she has read all the books there are to read by now.’