Forehead Touching Novels & Stories

My boss, Walton Frazier, loves tricking me into wearing tight shirts and having the top three buttons undone before forcing me to entertain the female clients. Then, he drops hints to said that I'm young and have a great physique, only to wait with bated breath for the clients to start touching me. His excuse is that he wants to test the clients' characters to see if they really are worthy to work with. As soon as the clients fall for the trap hook, line, and sinker, Walton will rush out toward them in a righteous manner and slam his wine glass onto the table. After that, he'll start lecturing me as though I've done something awfully wrong. "Is there not a prideful bone in your body? Do you want to hit your sales target that badly that you're willing to forsake your pride as a man?" Walton chooses to trample all over me just so he can build his manly and righteous persona. This time, he specifically prepares a suit with a deep V-line that's made of light material. Then, he forces me to toast to a client with an extremely rich and powerful background in that suit. He even threatens to dock off three months' worth of perfect attendance pay if I don't do this. When I notice the familiar cold-looking yet striking face at the main seat, I can't help but smile. If my older sister, Mable Cobb, were to see me toasting to her in this kind of outfit, I have a feeling she'll clean out the trash for me and make me the boss of this company by tomorrow.

Every full moon, the curse steals her strength. Every sunrise, she crawls back from the edge of death. Selene was only six when her parents tried to steal the Heart of the First Wolf – a sacred artifact belonging to the Moon Goddess. Caught and cursed, her parents died. Selene survived, but the mark on her wrist binds her to a lifetime of punishment. Every full moon, the artifact drains her, leaving her lifeless in the dirt. Now eighteen, she is the pack omega. Despised. Beaten. Alone. Alpha Kael would kill her if pack law allowed. Instead, he lets the pack torment her. After one brutal moon, he warns her that he will no longer send anyone to find her. Next time, she can die alone. But the Moon Goddess has been watching. When Selene prays at a forgotten shrine, the Goddess answers. A war is coming, and the wolf nation needs a heart – not an Alpha, not a warrior. Selene's curse begins to change. The full moon that once destroyed her awakens something terrifying and beautiful. Kael watches in confusion as the omega he despises grows stronger than him. The mate bond snaps into place – but Selene refuses him. She will not accept the man who wished her dead. Now trapped between a cruel Alpha who suddenly can't stop touching her and a war that threatens to destroy them all, Selene must decide: forgive the man who broke her – or rise alone as the Goddess's chosen weapon. Because the curse was never a punishment. It was a test. And she's finally passing.

My knees settle on either side of him as I keep myself raised in the air, leaving a frustrating distance between our bodies. Dustin leans back, his brows lifting in question. “ You are quite daring, Lady Lana. ” “ How do you expect me not to sway when you are touching me like that, Your Highness? ” I blurt, placing my hand on the headrest and leaning back. “ I am your mate, after all. I can not resist— ” His hand shoots out and takes hold of my nape. He brings me down and closer to his face as a storm brews behind his eyes. ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ After getting betrayed, and killed by her so-called mate, Elita Folke should have been a goner. But when she wakes up in Lana Redley’s body, a decade back in time, she just knows what needs to be done. Her one goal in life is to change fate for the Alpha King and avenge herself. But the Alpha King, Dustin Landric is not what she imagined. He is mysterious, dangerous, Lana’s enemy and most of all so handsome that Elita loses her mind every time she comes across him. Or why else would she jump his bones on their first meeting? ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ Standalone Book 4 of Wolfverse Series Book 1: Omega for the Alpha King (Standalone) Book 2: Forbidden for the Alpha King (Standalone) Book 3: Mated to the Enemy Alpha King (Standalone) Book 4: Changing Fate for the Alpha King (Standalone)

The day I was about to quit the game, countless floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes. [Finally! The villainess is quitting!] [Now Janet Cole doesn’t have to worry about getting exposed for using her account to flirt online.] [The heroine is so smart–she always uses voice chat in-game. The villainess has no idea.] [Janet is living the dream–using her max-level account to juggle five top-tier players at once!] [At 2 PM today, she’s meeting her 'No.1 catch'–the cold, untouchable campus heartthrob Cedric Barnes!] [Assassin god tomorrow, rich scion the day after… her time management is insane!] The Janet they were talking about… was the fake heiress who had taken my place in my own family. She had been impersonating me–using my account to flirt with five elite players at once? Then more comments appeared… [Why hasn’t the villainess left yet? The male lead is already waiting.] [This is the first sweet date between the leads–can’t wait!] I turned to look at Janet, touching up her makeup in front of the mirror–and suddenly, it all clicked. The 'villainess' they were talking about… was me. So the real heiress–me–was nothing more than a disposable side character, a stepping stone for the fake one? A faint smile curled on my lips. If she could impersonate me online and play the field, then me showing up in person and stealing everything... wouldn't be too much, right?

Willow's life has been a nightmare for the past five years since her mother married Stevon King, the most ruthless and powerful mafia boss. She has suffered in silence from the abuse inflicted by him. The pain that she has had to go through alone has made her fear life and everything that comes with it. The thought of another human touching her makes her sick to her stomach. But on her first day back at school, everything changes when Braxton Young, a rival up-and-coming mafia boss, notices her and is captivated by her beauty. As Willow tries to hide her pain and push Brax away, he is determined to uncover the truth about what she is going through and protect her. Despite her fears and reluctance to let anyone in for fear that they will lead to the same fate her father did, Willow finds herself falling for Brax as he breaks down her walls. As Brax falls further and further in love with Willow, he starts to learn more about himself, questioning whether he wants to take over his family business or live a normal, safe life with Willow. he knows that his family and friends will disown him if he does. with so many things standing in the way of them ever being able to be together, will they find a way? Willow's cruel stepfather, who will stop at nothing to keep her under his control. Will Willow finally find the courage to break free from the chains of her past and embrace a future filled with love and hope?

Staring down at my new slave who knelt in front of me, the right side of her cheek had a red print on it and I immediately knew someone touched her, the sight annoyed me. I don't want anyone touching her except me, ALONE! Marking every part of her skin with my hands alone, with her only remembering my touches and no one else. I'm the only one permitted to touch and torture her... ******* Evianna's already saddened life takes a dark turn when she is kidnapped by human traffickers and sold into slavery at an auction. She finds herself in the possession of a billionaire vampire. At first, Evianna is terrified of the cunning, hot, manipulative vampire named Darren after seeing his heartless and ruthless nature on their first meeting, but as she gets to know him, she begins to see another side of Darren. Despite their vastly different backgrounds, the maid and the master couldn't shrug away the continuous attraction they felt for each other. But, before they could taste the sweetness of romance, their happiness is short-lived when they find out about a shocking truth. As their relationship is put to the test, they will have to fight for their love and overcome the prejudices of their respective worlds. With danger lurking around every corner, will their love be enough to survive? Will their love conquer all, or will their differences and Evianna's true identity alongside Darren's inner demons tear them apart FOREVER? Read MR. DARREN'S FEISTY LITTLE PET to find out! A paranormal story of Obsession, Lust, Love, Secrets, a Hot protective Vampire, and a weak to strong female lead.

“Eve,” he called, placing wet inhumane kisses on my neck as his strong but warm hands held my tiny waist. I closed my eyes. "Yes...sir?" I moaned helplessly, feeling the harsh tingles in between my legs. "Eve," he called again, trailing wet kisses towards my ear. "Ad....Adrian," I breathed. "What am I doing?" he asked, nibbling my ear lobe. "Touching....touching me?" "I shouldn't be touching you," he said, exploring my neck like a thirsty vampire. "I....i want you to," I stuttered shamelessly. He wrapped my neck with his hand, choking me slightly. Oh, heavens. "My son is crazy about you," he said, gripping me tightly. "I don't want him," I whispered, taking in his wicked kisses on my neck. "You should. And.......I have a wife." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After a devastating night that left her wealthy parents dead, twenty-year-old college freshman Evelyn (Eve) Millers, a fairytale enthusiast, found herself fleeing for her life. Just when hope seemed lost, she was rescued by the charming Mario Morelli, a classmate she had previously turned down. He eliminated her pursuers and revealed his connections to a powerful mafia family. Mario whisked her away to his family’s mansion, where she met his intriguing relatives and quickly fell for his magnetic father, Don Adrian Morelli—the dangerous and handsome head of the Morelli mafia. Eve’s life was about to take a thrilling turn, mixing danger with undeniable attraction.

"We can't do this," I whispered, even as Jamie's fingers traced my jaw. "Tell me to stop," he commanded, his grey eyes darkening with desire. I should have. But instead: "I can't." His hand slid beneath my shirt. "This is wrong." "Then stop touching me." "I can't." His voice was raw. "Every night I think about you. About this." When his mouth finally claimed mine, it tasted like sin and salvation. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around him, and reality dissolved. "Right now, you're mine," he growled against my neck. "Even knowing what it costs?" I gasped. "Even then." What happened in that kitchen was unforgivable. Beautiful and terrible and absolutely devastating. But our secret didn't stay buried. When a mysterious text arrives—*"I saw what you did"*—followed by photos taken through my window, I realize someone was watching. Someone knows. And they're not just threatening to tell Aiden. They're playing a twisted game where we're all pieces on the board. As paranoia turns to obsession and obsession bleeds into violence, I face an impossible truth: the person I should fear most might be the one I thought I knew best. **Some secrets refuse to stay buried. Some desires demand everything. And some love stories end in blood.**

The day my husband, Stellan Montclair, was killed in battle, my cousin, Daphne Langford, wept and declared she would follow him in death. No one asked for my opinion. By the time I arrived, they had already decided everything. In seven days, Daphne would be laid to rest alongside my husband in the Montclair family crypt, bearing the title of his lawful wife. When I stepped into the chapel, I found Daphne reclining on a cushioned chair with a damp cloth pressed to her forehead while my mother-in-law, Vivienne Prescott, personally spoon-fed her warm broth. Meanwhile, my son, Ansel Montclair, had been kneeling before the coffin for six hours straight, both legs so swollen that they were trembling. No one told him to get up. No one offered him a cushion to kneel on. Vivienne glanced up at me. "You're back. Daphne's being interred in the Montclair crypt as the lawful wife in seven days. See to the arrangements." In my previous life, I did not dare disobey. The entire capital praised Daphne for the depth of her devotion. Vivienne called her a woman of honor. The moment I so much as furrowed my brow, countless mouths stood ready to call me petty and small-hearted. Yet seven days later, Stellan came back from the dead. Only then did I learn that he had taken a death-feigning potion so that he could openly and rightfully marry Daphne. I was cast from wife to concubine and spent the rest of my life crushed under Daphne's thumb. My son was stripped of his status as the legitimate heir, barred from the family title, and left to scrape by among commoners for the rest of his days. This time, though, I was living it all over again. I crouched down and lifted Ansel from the cold stone floor. Then, I looked at Vivienne. "If her devotion runs that deep, let her be buried with him today."

Ever since I find out that my CEO husband, Rowan Goodwin, is incapable of letting his first love, Megan Dolton—who's divorced and has a child of her own—go, I begin teaching our son, Ryan Goodwin, to address Rowan as "Mr. Goodwin" all the time. When Ryan is burning up with a fever, Megan chooses to summon Rowan away from us in the middle of the night. As I caress Ryan's scalding forehead, I instruct him to tell Rowan, "Goodbye, Mr. Goodwin." When Rowan has agreed to attend the teacher-parent conference with Ryan, Megan calls him with tears streaking down her cheeks, claiming that her own son, Nelson Herrera, doesn't have a father to accompany him. So, Rowan doesn't hesitate to ditch us once again. Without bothering to raise my head, I pass my phone to Ryan so that he can take leave for "Mr. Goodwin" in the parents' group chat. Every time, Ryan always hesitates for a long time before carrying out my orders. Later on, Rowan finally realizes that he has owed us far too much. So, he takes the initiative to suggest that we take a family portrait together. When we reach the photography studio, Megan calls Rowan once again. Her sobs can be heard drifting from the loudspeaker. "Rowan, can you please come over and pick Nelson up from school? The children at the kindergarten keep making fun of him for not having a father…" Pity crosses Rowan's expression immediately. He's about to crouch down and explain to Ryan when the latter just waves airily at him without me having to nudge him. "It's fine, Mr. Goodwin. You should accompany the other child. Mommy and I are the only ones needed for the family portrait."