Touch Starved Characters Novels & Stories

*** Star had been put in a few compromising positions in her life, some growing up with brothers and others while she’d been in training at The Academy, but none could match up to the feeling that she was drowning with a sack over her head. Star spluttered, coughing up dirty water when the sack was pulled from her head. Adjusting to the bright light above her, the first thing that came into view was a vicious grey-eyed man staring down at her with hatred. His eyes looked void, like all he lived for was to see pain, like all he’d ever seen was pain.

ROXY'S POV The slap burns across my cheek like fire, and for a moment, the world is nothing but white-hot pain and a ringing in my ears. Stars explode behind my eyes and the sterile white room goes foggy, and I reel as my head snaps to the side. Did he just hit me? Alpha Miles Mondragon just slapped me across the face. I touch my fingers to my cheek, feeling the heat pulsing beneath my skin as I slowly turn back to face him.

He had been so touched and happy when he first received it back then, kissing the scars on the back of my hand and promising me that he would wear it for the rest of his life. But now, Jasper didn't care about the necklace anymore and instead defended Avery against me with it. He was now gently and tenderly attending to her bump with a pitious look on his face. "Arianne! Ave was just hungry! What's wrong with eating some of your food? "You enjoyed a whole life of luxuries for years, and all Ave did was just eat some of your bread! You're such a selfish bitch!" I couldn't stop myself from laughing out loud. Jasper couldn't possibly not know that this bun was my only food supply here. Also, it

Before he could recover— Another blow, this time to the stomach. Pain ripped through him. His body spasmed uncontrollably. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the concrete. But he didn’t seem to care. He dragged himself forward inch by inch, pressing his cheek to the rough floor until he reached Jack’s shoes. Gone was the untouchable tycoon of the capital. He lifted a trembling, bloodstained hand, trying to grab the hem of Jack’s pristine trousers— Then pulled it back at the last second, ashamed to dirty them.

Puddles of filthy water covered the streets. I took Felix along in his wheelchair as I trudged through the muddy streets. Finally, I spotted a familiar figure huddled up in a corner, reeking of a foul stench. Faith was cradling a small, thin pup as she kneeled on the ground and begged for scraps from passing wolves. Gone was the pretty and pure she-wolf Felix had once treasured. She looked frighteningly thin and was covered in filth. "Please spare me some food, kind wolf," she mumbled over and over again. "The father of the pup in my arms is the Alpha of the Blackrock pack. I need your help."

Jayden looked around, looking for Ivanka's whereabouts among the people walking around. Ivanka looked at the woman with deep look, while the woman's mouth uttered a thousand swear words. "Are you done, Nia?" Ask Ivanka. The woman named Nia covered her mouth. Her eyes were still bulging eerily and his breath was labored. "I'll tell you, now! I don't want money from Nara's father at all, that's why I work hard every day, so that you and your children don't go hungry. Even though it was Donnie's responsibility to provide for his biological child, I never demanded it. So, I just let that shameless man provide for his stepson and abandoned his own biological child. But apparently, you're still no

Even if they were dead. "You think you're special, bitch?" I flinched away when a girl, just my age, tried to grab me. She didn't make it past one step when she stumbled and fell down on the sand. Her dark bob reminded me so much of Zoe. "Others are being treated like royalty while we starve until the boat comes." A man barked a laugh. His accent somehow sounded Scottish. Sudden guilt started overwhelming me. This was all too wrong. "Stay in your line!" I heard a growl. Looking up, I saw three identical bald men in complete black attire, keeping the dead people in their specific lines.

" I forced a smile, sipping my water to hide the tremble in my hand. I had missed it. I had missed the growth spurts. The cracking voice. The acne. The first shave. The awkward middle school dances. The rebellion. The Star had stolen his childhood, and it had stolen my motherhood. He had gone in a child and come out a god, skipping all the messy, beautiful human parts in between. "So," Kai said, sliding into the booth next to me. He looked older too—more gray in his beard, more scars on his hands—but his mercenary grin was intact. "The kid likes the pizza. Crisis averted." "It's good," Leo agreed, wiping tomato sauce from his chin—a gesture so childishly familiar it made my heart ache. "But

, he should have at least told her to corporate till when our contract was over, could he be a scoundrel? Well there are some people in life which one can't understand, you just have to adopt to their crazy and irresistible features. Meanwhile we have 90% of people who seem to suffer a lot , life seem to create them in a sour texture, the rest of the 10% are the people who life seem to. favor a lot, irrespective of their mode of hardwork, they just seem so lucky maybe, I seem to be part of the 90%. In summary I'll say no matter how millions of cars one has, he still has to walk to his room so, no one can tell tomorrow's fortune. Life seem to fickle. I laid on my bed, scrolling through my pho