Within Arm's Reach Book Novels & Stories

I fight the need to pull my arm away because it’s not a good idea having her touch me like this. Especially bare skin. An omega doesn’t have to touch to read a person, but skin-to-skin contact is just asking for trouble. “Things will work out, child.” I close the book and turn to place it on the couch beside me, using it as an excuse to move so that she has to take her hand away from my arm. “Sure it will. Thanks for the book.” I breathe a little easier when she removes her hand and doesn’t try to touch me again.

I ran after him, reached for his arm, and grabbed him. My fingers closed around the fabric of his sleeve, the solid muscle of his forearm beneath. The contact was electric, a connection forced when he had made every effort to maintain distance. I pulled, forcing him to stop, to acknowledge me, to face what he was trying so hard to avoid.

Armman lay down on the left side, and Nelly lay on the right, as far away from Gius as possible. An hour later, the room was dark. Armman lay there, staring at the ceiling. He could hear his father’s heavy breathing. He could also hear the soft rustle of Nelly’s sheets. His heart started to beat fast. Between his legs, he felt a familiar, painful hardness. He tried to ignore it, but the thought of Nelly lying just a few feet away was too much. Slowly, Armman slid out of bed. He moved like a spirit, walking around the foot of the bed to Nelly’s side. He sat on the edge of the mattress and reached out. His hand settled on her hip.

thoughts. All her life, she has lived to love one person and that was her mother. when her mum got sick to the extent at which she was hospitalized, she was devasted but knowing there is still hope, she kept on trying again and again, as hard as she could to make her well again... Nothing seems to be working for her until she met Amalia, the one person who thought her to never give up and to always believe there are ways a better tomorrow. She became the friend and sister she's never had. the second person she's loved in her years of living on earth...Seeing her in such a state scares her to the born, the thought of anything bad happening to her sends a shiver down her spine. why is it that

My arm felt as if it had been replaced with a bar of iron and I could barely move my weary limbs. “Goodbye, cruel world.” I thought to myself. Around me, novices tore apart their victims and I was secretly proud of them – even though they weren’t actually in control of their own bodies. Ally sliced open her opponent’s jugular and was rewarded with a fountain of blood and the soldier who had marched before me cut down two foes at once, never revealing his hesitation. My heart cried out for my allies, praying that they would win this battle. Me? I was useless but I was determined to go out with a bang.

Chapter 20 Selene p.o.v The blinding white glow of the sun poured on me. Dry dust clung to my throat. The bell rang in the distance, making my brain jolt. I groaned, rising up and closing the door with a chime. I set out to begin my morning task. My arms trembled under the weight. Equipment was scattered around. And the noise of student grumbling filled the air. Brad stood erect, keeping an eye on everyone. His hands were clasped together.

I heard him shift, the bed creaking slightly as he stood. He was leaving. “No...” I murmured, surprising even myself. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his arm, tugging him back toward me. My hands coiled around him, and I buried my face in his chest, inhaling deeply. His scent was addictive, calming the storm inside me while igniting something else entirely. I didn’t understand what was happening. My body felt hot, my skin itchy with anticipation. I wanted—no, needed—him to stay close to me.

She felt the rough scratch of his stubble beneath her palm as she moved her hand back and forth, just stroking his face and marveling at the touch of his skin. Then her hand began to move further down. She reached his shoulder and then moved down to the upper part of his arm. She felt the bulge of his bicep. She squeezed it - it felt just as good as she had always imagined that it would, big and solid, giving off the sensation of the power that lay within him. She had spent so long wondering what it would be like to be held by those arms and now she realized that it was going to become a reality. She felt a giddy sense of excitement.

What is happening? Aryan's grip on my hand tightened as he remained locked in an intense stare with the man who had made me uncomfortable. The air seemed to grow heavy with an unspoken tension, and I felt anxious, this weird-shaky vibration kept washing over me. The man's expression was inscrutable, his eyes pierced into Aryan's. A low, cautious voice emerged from Aryan's lips, "Stay close to me, Reina." His protective instincts were comforting, and I could sense his readiness to shield me from any perceived threat.

he muttered hoarsely, his lips grazing a path down her throat to settle on the pulse that beat frantically at its base. With one swift movement, Armel drew her nightshirt over her head and stared down at her slender, naked form, tracing every dip and curve with his burning gaze. He cupped her breasts in his hands with gentle reverence and kneaded them before splaying his fingers wide, his olive-gold skin contrasting starkly against the creamy whiteness of her flesh. “Armel, please.” Harley arched towards him and groaned her approval when he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefingers until they were tight, throbbing peaks that begged for the possession of his mouth.