Novel & Cerita Touched By Kallure

His touch was electric, a jolt that steadied my nerves and set my soul on fire all at once. “He sent this to humiliate you,” Kaelen murmured, his voice a low vibration I felt through my back. “But he does not understand. He sees a human body. I see…” His eyes, burning with that fierce, possessive gold, held mine in the glass. “I see the fire that will burn his kingdom to the ground.”

She signaled to her bodyguards with a flick of her wrist. "Lock down this street; it's payback time. "Who was it that kicked me in the stomach? Who zapped me with a stun gun? Who insulted my dad, calling him a fishball vendor? Show yourself! Nobody's walking away from this." She glared at Alora and the bodyguards. "Heard you snagged a Roman ceremonial bowl at the auction last month? How about we see if your chopped-off limbs can fit in it?" Alora's legs buckled with fear, and she scrambled, clinging to Eric's clothes.

He was surely going to ruin me for the others. I kissed him back, letting his tongue lead mine in a steady rhythm. My hands instinctively flew to grab the taut muscles of his arms when he deepened the kiss, kissing me like he would never have the chance to do it again because he actually won’t. I dug my nails into his arms. Right now, it was the only thing preventing me from running my hands all over his body as I accepted the brutal force of his kiss. I didn’t want to look desperate as I felt. He was a stranger after all. My heart pounded in my chest and heat rushed through my body as his taste made my insides melt. He tasted like Hennessey and mint and I moaned into his mouth, savouring it

From then on, only authorized people can see him. The crowd watched as a very handsome brown-haired young man dressed in a blue suit climbed up to the stage. "This is my son, your soon-to-be Alpha king, Murphy Castillo." the Alpha king announced with pride and everyone cheered, whistled and applauded. Unmated females in the audience looked lovestruck and wished sincerely that he'd be their mate even though the reality was that he wasn't.

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.

He walked toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. He stopped a foot away. The scent of woodsmoke, rain, and raw power was overwhelming. The bond pulsed between us, a demanding, aching heat. He looked at the spear buried in the post, then back at my face. He reached out, his fingers brushing the torn sleeve of my dress where the spear had almost touched me. His touch was like a brand. “Kael,” Alaeric called out, his voice low and vibrating with a strange, dark energy.

Isabella dug her nails into my skin, the creaking filling the car and drowning out the outside world. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her chest rising and falling in quick succession, her full breasts brushing against my shirt with the temptation of a soft-core show. I noticed her size was exactly what I expected and how easy it was to conquer her. Owning her. Once and for all. But my brain realized that she was the friend of my enemy... the forbidden one, and the one not to be touched. Touched. I had touched her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and carried her out of Beau Maxwell's club. The vibrations had already coated the underside of my skin and gathered in my core to form a dema

Kael listened in stunned silence, his expression growing progressively more alarmed as the full scope of the threat settled over him. "A corrupted goddess-touched being," he said finally, "who's been quietly manipulating mortal affairs for longer than recorded history, and who specifically resents what we represent." He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaustion and dread warring visibly across his features. "That's considerably worse than a single ambitious Lycan enforcer, Selene."

“Yes. Move carefully. It will test you.” The first encounter was subtle: a man hunched over a newsstand, muttering incoherently, his fingers twitching as black tendrils crawled from the ground, curling around his arms. Avery froze for a heartbeat, instinct screaming to save him. “Don’t,” Kael hissed, positioning himself between her and the man. “It’s already corrupted. Engaging him directly will only waste your energy. Observe, learn, strike the soul itself.”

The sound echoes in the room like a lock engaging. — Since you love being touched without seeing so much, we are going to take this game a little further, Kael announces. I feel presences draw near. Several. Their warm breaths on my skin, their mingled odors—perfume, leather, male sweat. Hands, different from the ones before, settle on me. A large, calloused palm spreads across the small of my back, another pinches the soft flesh of my buttocks. Fingers brush the back of my knees, tracing up along my calves.