روايات وقصص ضمن Touch Stone Don T Starve

Ambrose gave a mischievous grin. "Our method of transportation." Was all he said, before placing his hand on the adamant stone. It immediately retracted into the floor at his touch. To reveal a swirling black mist that seemed to last forever, that looked like it was there, and then it wasn't there, a phantom haze. Sephora almost wanted to reach out a hand and touch it, but she realised that an unbreakable stone door had been put there for a reason. She took a step back, just as she felt a large warm hand slide into hers.

“Here goes nothing.” KTANG! I don’t know how much strength is required to extract a magic stone, but with a single pull from me, the stone separated from the ground with a loud sound. I grimaced, eyebrows arching as I shot the stone that was gleaming on my hand with a strange look. “…That was easy.” With the corner of my mouth still scrunching, I opened the MERCHANT menu and put the stone inside. The dropbox glinted before a window popped up.

"The end of my plague. And the beginning of your hunt." Sofia reached out and plucked the flower. The moment she touched it, the golden energy surged through her sapphire arms, healing the cracks in her skin and stabilizing the frantic roar of the Heartstone. She felt a clarity she hadn't known since the vats—a cold, absolute focus.

As he had expected, those stone figures made from hard rock swiftly turned into a pile of ashes with just a gentle touch. In other words, these stone figures could only maintain their appearances. When the Godly Finger of Cruor hit them, their bodies had turned to dust, yet they seemed unharmed. If these stone figures were struck by the Pointing to the Stars, they would at most be blasted into a few pieces but not turned to dust like they were now.

Star whispered when she saw the white covering the tunnel. Poking at the object blocking the opening she realized that it was drywall and after a few calculated pushes with the sharp object, she saw her light shining straight through. There was no movement or sound from the other side which meant the basement was empty. Star crawled forward and pushed hard on the edges of the hole, tearing it open enough for them to get through. Star dusted herself off as everyone exited the tunnel, “We’re in, are you ready?” She spoke over the radio.

He reminded as he solemnly draw circles on my back to calm me down. My frustrations immediately went out of the window. I don't know he does that. Every time I'm mad or feeling any intense emotions. All he does was to touch me and I can immediately collect myself back. Maybe it's a fated guardian perks. Or maybe it was 'something' else. I didn't realize that I was staring too much not until he shifted his gaze and locked it with mine. I forgot about the waves I'm making. The sound of the sea was muted.

I told him, keeping my head on his chest, still hugging him. He hugged me back, keeping both his hands on my back, rubbing it. It feels nice whenever he touches me. His touch soothes my heart. I don't know what to call this feeling, but I know I have started to like him. “Does it mean from now onwards, you are going to listen to everything I say?” His husky voice reached my ear and I looked up from his chest, our lips just an inch away.

he snorted in annoyance, his hand touching the sole of my foot, sending a jolt of amusement through me. "I said, I'm fine, silly." He remained silent as his eyes gazed at the soles of my feet, which were indeed fine. He was overreacting because he doesn't want his stuffed toys to have scars. It wouldn't be pretty anymore, would it? I had no doubt that he would send me for treatment to remove the wounds on my body just because he wanted a smooth woman he could touch every day.

She was alone at the top floor of the hidden facility. The door creaked open. A man stepped inside, trailing bloody footprints behind him and holding a katana. His face was calm. “There you are,” he said, exhaling with relief. He dropped the katana and reached out to touch the woman’s cheek, but stopped. Blood still covered his hands. He picked up a tissue from the nearby table and began wiping them clean. “Hilda would get mad if I touched her with blood on my hands,” he said with a soft smile.

The moment Raymond's gaze landed on my chest, his breath hitched. "What happened? Who did this to you?" I ran my fingers across my scars. "This, you mean?" I continued, "These are the cigarette burns the love of your life left on me. Or are you asking about this? "She carved the word 'slut' into my skin with a penknife. She said I was born one, so it's only right for her to remind me of my identity."