Unscramble Touched Novels & Stories

he stiffened realising what all those was meant for. “Touch is the first sense to wake when you’re born and so does it wake up a soul who wants to commit suicide,” Justin interrupted, his voice deep and measured. “But it's the last to feel before death and you’ve been trying to skip everything in between.” Greg opened his mouth to argue, but Justin was already lifting the feather wand from the case. He twirled it lazily between his fingers, the soft plumes catching the lamplight. The first touch was a sweet sensation at the base of Greg’s throat. So light it might have been imagined.

“Our Alpha Luna is safe now and we must keep it that way.” “She is on the road to recovery and with hope her mental wounds will heal also. We just need to keep her hidden and the Alpha from ever finding out she is moon touched.” Doc says while checking on her IV lines.

I ask him and he replies with a soft “sure.” “Did I do that to you?” I point at the scatch on his face and he seems confused at first, and then he notices what I am referring to. “Oh, you mean the scratch? Ah, that’s nothing,” He waves it off but I still feel crappy about it. He touches the scratch with his hand and I can tell it is painful to touch because he whines slightly when his hand make contact with it. “I’m sorry,” I apologize anyway.

I was so shocked that I grabbed my hand and shouted. "Don't touch me!" The maids quickly went to check us. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I breathe heavily. "W-water" I said. Someone handed me water and I saw It was him. I immediately took and drank it. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'm okay." Out of breath I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ---" "I still don't want to eat because I'm still full and I have to look at something now. So please, don't touch me"

But I knew Sebastian must be feeling it, too. He released his hand's grip for a moment and carefully placed it on my stomach, touching the surface of my gel-cold skin. The touch, though light, felt like an unspoken promise. My breath caught as I felt a small movement from inside my womb like there was an invisible communication between him and our babies.

The defiant tone of their interactions had given way to this silent moment of vulnerability, and it left him with a sense of unease he couldn't easily shake. Taking a deep breath, Mace unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over to the passenger's seat, his dark, silk hair falling across his forehead. Gently, he reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair away from Nysaa's face. The gesture was surprisingly tender for a man who had been so resolute in his coldness.

She responded and nodded softly to him but then the robe shifted when she reached for a cup, revealing a hint of her cleavage. I looked away too swiftly and hated the reaction almost immediately. We didn’t say anything to each other. I drank my coffee while she poured tea, after which I felt her glance flick toward me, cautious. Then she moved past me to grab honey for which her body brushed against my arm. It was accidental but my body registered it coupled with the faint scent of lavender that hovered in the air. She reacted too. I could tell from the way her strides hurried before she stopped on the other side of the counter.

He wears a leather tunic. He is sprightly, hopping out of the carriage and landing on the ground. I find myself staring at him. He heads straight for our Alpha and the two embrace, slapping each other's backs. "It's good to see you," Alpha Maxwell says. He has the energy of a pup, I think, rather than a distinguished grandfather like Alpha Nico. "You, too," Alpha Nico responds. "May I introduce my mate, Luna Tatiana." The Luna steps forwards and shakes hands with the visiting Alpha.

Ace seems to enjoy the sparks erupting at our touch as much as his wolf and I wait just until the sparks start stinging to move my hand back away. “Maybe we can try to breed the first offspring without you touching me. I seem to be able to touch you,” I offer, getting him to crack up. “You are insane. Do you want to torture me? How do you expect me to fuck you without touching you? I wouldn’t stand the chance as my fingers are itching to touch you now, imagine if I am inside you.” He leans closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. “It’s unbearable if I can’t grab you to hold you firmly to be connected with you as much as possible. I want you all over me, every inch of our skins should be touc

Then I would let the torture consume me once more. "Hey, are you alright?" "DON'T TOUCH ME!" I screeched as his hand touched my shoulder. "Don't touch me. DON'T!" The world around me began to sway and shift, and my ears began to ring. The images were coming quickly now, and it took all I had to grasp for the hand that was suddenly there to help me.