Touching The Void Book Novels & Stories

She mewled loudly, her voice a broken, beautiful sound in the quiet room as Victor moved to her other bosom, kissing, sucking, and claiming every single inch of her skin. The heat in the study was absolute, a dangerous, heavy crescendo of touch and sound. Victor’s hands slid down to the button of her jeans, his fingers trembling with a raw desperation that he had never felt in his entire life. Every touch was an admission of his total surrender to her. He was her monster, but she was the one holding the leash, and tonight, as the ashes of her father’s empire burned in the distance, they were going to create a new one right here in the dark.

“I have noticed you too, Lia. Every class. The way your nipples push against your top when you look at me. The way you tense up and squeeze your thighs together. I know you are wet right now” His hand moved down and rested on my waist. His touch burned through my clothes “Do you want to find out how big I am?” he asked I could only nod. My whole body was shaking with need He took my hand and placed it on the front of his trousers. I felt his cock jump under my palm. It was already getting hard and very thick. My fingers closed around it through the cloth. It felt huge “Take it out” he ordered softly

The explosion of the Root wasn't a sound. It was the sudden, violent removal of the "Is" from the universe. One moment, Elara was pressing her palm against the liquid light of the pillar; the next, she was falling through a space where "up" and "down" had been deleted from the dictionary. This was the True Void—the space behind the screen, the static between the stations, the graveyard of every failed thought the Architects had ever discarded. "Kael! Zane! Rhys!" Elara tried to scream, but her voice had no air to carry it.

And something inside her snapped. Not broken — released. Light — silver and raw — burst from her palm where she touched the Hollowed. It shrieked, stumbling back as pale fire crawled up its arm. Not real flame. More like moonlight solidified into heat. The Hollowed recoiled as if burned. Matthew stared, stunned. Lysander froze mid-step. Charlie collapsed to one knee, panting. Her hand still glowed faintly. Lysander's voice came out rough. "Charlie... what are you?"

He didn't understand that the pain wasn't in my flesh; it was in my soul. Then, the door bursted open. My savior had walked in. Mr. Blackthorne. He looked like a storm draped in a tailored suit. "What did you do to her?" he had demanded, his voice low and dangerous. The doctor had trembled, unable to speak. Blackthorne didn't wait for an answer. He walked to the bed and reached out, his large, warm hands lifting me up. He sat me against the headboard, his touch firm yet strangely careful.

“I might say that I’ve moved on from that moment in my past, but it’s different for the body when a touch recalls it and I get sucked back in. I’m also mad at myself that I hurt you that way and I was always scared that this would always happen. I don’t want you to be scared of me as well.” “I’m not scared of you.” He tells me. “You are if you’re hesitating yourself when touching me,” My voice came out anguished and I waited for a second before speaking again. “Before meeting you, I was lonely and pitiful that I didn’t know what to do with myself. Being with you filled all that was missing so don’t think that I would resent you for something like this.” Elliot turned his head away and I coul

Touched by a Vampire Eternally Yours, #1 By: Sophie Slade *** Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity. ~Henry Van Dyke Prologue

Why does it feel like a date? I slip my hand into the crook of his elbow, telling myself it’s just a formality as we descend the stairs. But there’s no denying the electricity that courses through me at his touch, the way my body betrayed my every attempt at indifference. Like the gentleman that he’s always been, he walks me to the passenger’s side of the familiar gold SUV and holds the door open for me. “Thank you,” I whisper, my breath hitching as his fingers graze mine.

I did not say anything during the entire thing and just watched her quietly as she put on her show. I wanted to know just how sincere she was during our seven years of friendship. By the looks of it, I was too naive and mistook this venomous viper for a harmless pet. That was why I ended up dying so tragically in the previous cycle. “That’s fine. If you can’t help me, someone else will.” I did not stop smiling and dialed a number. The moment the call went through, the person on the other end asked anxiously, “Miss Nelson, have you managed to contact Joy?”

When I saw this, a smile appeared on my face. I went up to my room and did the right thing. This is the only thing I know to stop my self from doing something I don't want to do. I tied my feet to the bed tightly. I can't even feel the pain. I feel pain, but not physical pain. I was about to do the same in my hands when the door opened. I smiled when I saw him. "Atlas! T-help me--" I stopped when he enveloped me in his arms and started crying. I don't know what's happening to him.