Seductive Touch Novels & Stories

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

I am not a mermaid but with only a simple touch, I can make someone forget about me. I am not a time traveler, but I am very prone to waking up to other people's bodies, a different scenario, and a different timeline. If someone will ask me who I am, my only answer will be... I am someone lost in time.

“I said where did he touch you?” Aaron walk towards with his dangerous aura as sniffs in anger scanning my body with his eyes like he was trying to find some hickeys and marks of touches on me. “You are mine, mine and nobody touches what belong to me. Bring that bastard in”Aaron said for me to start tearing up as I felt stupid for running away.

" I hate you." his piercing gaze on me darkened. "Hate me all you want,that, doesn't change the fact that you belong to me." Gripping my chin, his eyes challenge me to deny it. I take a step back, his grip on my hair tightens, as his lips graze against mine "Never ever deny me your touch wife."

"Sign the divorce papers, Nora." I didn't cry. I simply looked at the billionaire husband who had ignored me for three years and made one final demand. "One hundred days, Silas. Move back into my bedroom. Touch me like a man obsessed with his wife. On Day 101, I will sign the papers and walk away." Arrogant and certain, he agreed, assuming it was a desperate plea to use my body to win his heart back. He had no idea what he was walking into. By Day 20, the cold, untouchable CEO is rushing home just to pin me against our bedroom door. By Day 50, he’s pulling me into his lap, whispering breathless, desperate promises in the dark. He is addicted to the friction, using every searing kiss and heavy touch to forcefully brand me as his. He thinks the heated nights we share mean I am finally surrendering. He doesn't know the truth. I’m not using these 100 nights to fall back in love with him. I’m using his counterfeit passion to completely numb my heart. While my body responds to his fire, my soul is freezing over. On Day 100, Silas pours his soul into the most emotionally raw night of my life. He falls asleep holding me tight, entirely convinced his absolute worship has won me back forever. But on Day 101, he wakes up to cold sheets, an empty closet, and a signed contract. His money couldn't buy me. His touch couldn't keep me. Now, the billionaire who thought he was playing a game will burn his empire to the ground to find the wife who gave him her body, but vanished with her soul.

She had never imagined that the very touch which saved her from falling would be the one to make her own heart stumble instead. There was a hidden fire beneath the cold edge of his voice, and in his distant eyes lingered a secret he refused to let slip. For the first time, she felt that even the frost could melt — if only she dared to step a little closer.

[WARNING: SMUTTY PARANORMAL ROMANCE WITH AN OBSESSIVE, POSSESSIVE MMC. DETAILED SMUT AND VIOLENCE.] “Touch her and die.” That’s the first thing Caelum Veyr says to the world after he claims me. I’m no one. A ghost girl in a rotting slum. Unwanted, forgotten, one breath away from death. Until he appears. Violet-eyed, terrifying and kills the man who tried to take me. He says I’m not human, something called a Null. A freak who makes death unravel just by existing. So he forces me into a blood-marriage. Chains me to his supernatural empire., says I belong to him now. The worst part? I want to belong to him. Even though his touch kills, even though every kiss might break the world, even though the prophecy says I’m the end of everything. Now the Death Courts want me erased. The gods fear what I carry, my power is growing. My name is turning divine. And Caelum? He says he’d die for me. Too bad I’d burn the realms for him first.

Lady Seraphine D’Argent was born to power, bound by blood to an ancient vow that shattered her noble house and cast her into exile. At twenty-three, she lives in the shadow of her family’s disgrace, mastering the dangerous magic tied to her emotions and guarding her heart against the past she cannot outrun. But when the blood moon rises and the forgotten vow awakens, a mysterious emissary named Riven Ashlor appears—masked, immortal, and cursed to fulfill a promise sealed centuries ago. He claims Seraphine is the final key to breaking the pact... but the price may be her freedom, her power, or her heart. As Seraphine is drawn into a slow-burning entanglement with Riven, a second suitor emerges from the ashes of her past—one who stirs old memories, forbidden desires, and the dangerous hope that love could be hers by choice, not fate. Now, torn between two men and haunted by a legacy of betrayal, Seraphine must navigate the tangled web of family secrets, magical politics, and seductive lies. To survive, she’ll have to risk everything—her magic, her heart, and the truth buried deep in her bloodline. The vow is awakening. The gods are watching. And love may be the most dangerous power of all.

Gabriella Montez is an ordinary omega blessed with the gift of healing through the knowledge of herbs and her culinary skills. After being wrongfully accused of theft, she escapes her pack and finds refuge in White Pack, applying for a position in the mansion of Alpha Waylen, who has been desperately seeking someone to replicate his mother’s cherished mushroom broth soup. Once she secures the job, Gabriella heads out to a club to celebrate with her friend, where a night of unexpected passion with a mysterious stranger leads to a steamy one-night stand. The morning after reveals a shocking twist: the seductive stranger is none other than Alpha Waylen himself. As Gabriella whips up hearty meals in his kitchen, and heals his soul in ways he didn’t know could be mended, she gradually melts her way into his heart. Yet, their blossoming romance is met with challenges, as different forces threaten to tear them apart, and Alpha Waylen harbors secrets that could jeopardize everything they’ve built together. Can the forbidden love between an Alpha and an omega endure the trials ahead? Will it flourish against all odds, or will it wither away like a neglected plant in a once-thriving garden?

"Do you want me to stop?" Nicholas asked me in a seductive voice. His hands traveled toward my birth pearl. My body arched from the ticklish sensation his hands were giving me. "Tell me, Rosetta. Do you want me to stop?" "No..." "No what, Rosetta? No what?!" "No, Daddy. Please Daddy, wreck me. Pleasure me...." After losing everything—her father, her fortune, and her future—Rosetta Morgan is desperate. The bills are stacking up, and the world she's known has turned cold. Then comes an offer she can't refuse: one man, one deal, one way out. Nicholas Rivas is a billionaire with a body built for sin and a heart frozen by the past. He doesn't do love. He does control. But Rosetta is unlike anyone he's ever met—fierce, vulnerable, and too tempting to ignore. Their arrangement is simple: no strings, no emotions. Just pleasure, power, and enough sparks to burn down every rule he's ever made. But when passion turns possessive and feelings get in the way, the lines start to blur—and the cost of falling might be more than either of them bargained for.