Wall E: The Human Touch Novels & Stories

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

The man stretch his hand towards me in form of handshake. Nico didn’t blink. “Try touching her.” The man paused. Nico stepped closer. “And I’ll break every bone in your hands before you remember how to beg.” The room seemed to freeze around us. The man raised his hands, backing away with a smirk. “Easy. Just saying hello.” Nico didn't move. Until the man vanished into the crowd, Then he returned to me. His tone was deep and perilous. "This was only the welcome. I want you to stay close to me”

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.

He took it out of his pocket, and his forehead creased when he saw the caller's name displayed on the screen. "Hello, dad?" he said after pressing the button. "Raven," Arthur said, his voice carrying authority. "What is this news that I heard from the elders? You've brought a woman into the pack, and she's a human?" he asked, his voice rising. Carter looked at him, and his eyes darkened. "What about it, dad?" he asked, not backing down. "Son, we're almost there. Let's talk once we arrive," Cecil said, Raven's mother. Raven clenched his hand into a fist.

He pushed me to the wall, I fell hard on the floor and before I could avert his next attack, he picked me up like a little bag from the garage and pinned me to the wall. He was about to speak when the door flung open and a man, dressed in a grey suit with an auburn coloured hair bursted in. He seemed much stronger than Daniel who pinned me to the wall and I panic as all attention is on me. "Boss…" Daniel called out. The boss scrutinized me and diverted his attention back to Daniel. "Why are you wasting your time on a human? Just kill her off!" He commanded coldly. "She might be of help." Daniel released me from the wall and my neck is hurting so badly.

A thin line of smoke curled from the sealed wall they’d touched earlier. The wall was unlocking. From the inside. Holden’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Elena… stay behind me.” The air felt electrified. A series of mechanical clicks echoed within the structure, followed by a deep metallic thunk—like an old vault door unlatching after years of sleep. Then a horizontal seam appeared across the wall. A faint, cold light bled through. Elena’s heart raced wildly. “Holden… that door wasn’t on any blueprint.” “No shit,” Holden said under his breath, gripping her hand hard.

At this moment, Wynn spun around and forced her up against the wall while saying the following: - Stop it Agnes, don't let our personal feelings affect our big business, I have my own thoughts, you don't need to worry too much. Agnes's eyes welled up with tears, she was on the verge of losing her cool, and her soul was in a state of perpetual terror. As soon as Wynn saw what had happened, he gave her a bear hug in an attempt to reassure her. *** The light that was shining onto the surface of the ocean at the beach sparkled in the waves and gleamed with the yellowish-gold colour that the sun cast. The murmuring or whispering of the waves in the water is a very relaxing sound to the ears.

His hands stayed at his sides, but his eyes burned into me like touch. I lifted his hand and placed it on my waist. He exhaled, slow and controlled. “I don’t mix business with pleasure,” I whispered. He leaned down, his mouth at my ear. “Good thing I’m not here for pleasure.” Then he let his hand slide away. The ache inside me throbbed like a fresh bruise. I stepped back, cheeks flushed, arousal soaking the inside of my thighs. I returned to the painting, the air charged now with something molten.

A moment later, he’s back, leaning on the arm of the couch. “Just so we’re clear,” he says, “no touching includes casual stuff. No brushing past me, no hand on the shoulder, no… whatever it is you do to get people on your side.” I look up at him, biting back a smile. “You think I have some kind of magic touch?” “I think,” he says, “you’re the kind of person who doesn’t even realize when you’ve crossed a line. So we’re avoiding that entirely.” I sit up a little straighter, mock-serious. “Understood. Your personal space is a sacred temple. I’ll keep my hands and elbows and knees entirely to myself.”

My identity and Leo's are encrypted at the highest security level of the entire underworld network. Her clearance level wasn't high enough to even view our files. The guests below started whispering, their expressions shifting. "Alpha-level protection? Doesn't that mean...?" "No way. I thought they were nobodies." "The system doesn't lie." "I knew there was something about her. That quiet power... that's a real queen. Isabella is just a loud-mouthed whore in a fancy dress." Hearing the crowd, Isabella got so angry she smashed her phone screen. "The system must be broken! Just you wait!"