Touch Series Book Novels & Stories

He tried to tap the books in front of him to stop his emotions, he is fluttered again. "C-Clark, did you saw that? You touched the book. Ben! He touched the book. Do it again, Clark. Do it again.'' Sashi said with so much excitement. Ben looked back to her when he heard Sashi scream. He thought there is something wrong so he came back.. "Do it again Clark." Sashi said and when Clark tried to lift the notebook, Ben saw it on his two eyes. It moves. "Damn, you did it." Sashi said with so much happiness.

Sure enough, it was filled with books. "Nice, I’ll call you back later, okay?" she said softly, her focus shifting. "Alright. But if anything happens, call me, okay?" Janice replied before ending the call. Brienne sat down on the couch and took each book out one at a time. She touched the covers with her fingers, and her chest got tight with emotion. These weren’t just random books—they were her favorites. Raven remembered exactly what she liked—right down to the types of books and authors she liked.

But my heart skip a beat, clutching my chest to the suddenness, and slowly the book sliding down my shaky grasp. “How can this be real?” My voice is shaken, and tears streaming down my cheeks. But to my shock, the tears interrupted and I was gasping without air. The book that is bang to the splendor of a floor is instantly taken by the familiar hand that is covered by wounds and blood all over. Yet the book is gently touch by this hand, and is taken care of softly.

Could he not watch where he was going? Ignoring him, she bent to retrieve the contents of her purse scattered on the floor. “Here let me help with that” The man said, bending to pick up a pen, just about the same time Yvonne was going to reach for it and their fingers touched. Yvonne froze, her hand suspended midair. At his touch, a slam of shock, almost like electricity, hit her so hard she trembled at the impact, and her wolf howled loudly in her head in joy.

Then, she adds another finger—stretching, widening and preparing Hannah's pussy for her. “Your pussy feels like satin, baby” Serenity whispered, her nose inches away from Hannah's pussy. The smell of Hannah's arousal was like a drug to Serenity, and she was high, fighting a silent dilemma; replace her finger with her tongue and overdose on Hannah's juices, or have her finger twirl her juices before leaking her fingers clean.