Touchstarved Stories

"Stop looking at me like that." "Like what?" "Like that." "I still have no idea what you're talking about." Moving across the world was never part of Orion Newman's plan. Neither was starting over. But between university, family obligations, and a growing list of problems he'd rather not think about, he doesn't exactly have a choice. Then he meets someone who seems determined to insert himself into Orion's life at every possible opportunity. One disastrous project, several questionable decisions, and far too many conversations later, Orion finds himself dealing with something much worse than change: Feelings. And honestly? He would've preferred another group project.

Ghost Fox never belonged to anyone. Auren Valcrest was supposed to be the perfect omega: beautiful, obedient, sellable. Instead, he became a thief. A ghost hidden beneath noble silk. A legend whispered through the city's underground. When an arranged marriage forces him into the estate of Kael Draven - one of the most feared alpha trade lords in the country - Auren expects another gilded cage. What he doesn't expect is an alpha who never tries to own him. Kael is patient where others were cruel. Gentle where the world taught Auren to expect violence. And terrifyingly willing to let him choose. But freedom has been Auren's only goal for years. One year. One contract. Then he's gone. At least... that was the plan. Because somewhere between stolen kisses, dangerous secrets, bloody aristocratic politics, and nights spent tangled safely in Kael's arms- Ghost Fox begins to wonder if there really is such a thing as home. And whether someone like him is allowed to stay long enough to find it.

Kaminari decides that it would be a great idea to form a group chat consisting of only omegas. Only good things will come from this I'm sure.

I just wanted to say that These pictures in the Cover are not mine!!! I have them from pinterest!!! The couple daisugaiwaoi wanted always to adopt a baby. But at the end it was a soon to be teenager girl who was adoped by them. A silent but friendly girl named Alissa with a terrifying and disturbing backstory who is able to learn what being loved truly meant. After a while in her new school she befriendet a person that has secretly feelings for her. She didn't know how it felt to be in love with another person or even knew what a relationship is. In this fanfic will you able to read the developement of Alissa and the relationship with her and her new live far from her old one. I hope you have fun when you read this!😄

Evelyn Hart loses her corporate job overnight when her company is acquired-and her department erased like it never existed. With rent due, savings shrinking, and LA swallowing her whole, she applies to a too-perfect listing in the middle of the night: Estate Caretaker - live-in. Discretion required. Excellent compensation. She gets the contract in thirty seconds. No interview. No company name. She signs anyway. A plane ticket arrives minutes later. Eldermoor House waits for her outside Edinburgh-an ancient mansion with modern amenities, a forest that refuses to stay silent, and a black lake called Loch Glass that reflects things that shouldn't be there. Evie tells herself she doesn't believe in ghosts. She's just a modern witch-salt, wards, herbs, rituals. Nothing supernatural. But Eldermoor isn't interested in what she believes. The house has men in it. Three of them. All dead. And all of them want her.

Compete short story In a world where Espers fight monsters and Guides keep them sane, Lee Min-jun has a secret. She's the only Guide left alive-and nobody knows. For seventeen years, she's hidden her S-rank abilities, working a quiet desk job at the Hunter Association while Espers slowly go mad from contamination. It's safer this way. Safer to stay invisible than to become the Association's puppet. But when Ethan Cross arrives-an arrogant American S-rank on the verge of going rogue-her carefully constructed life begins to crumble. One accidental touch. One moment of weakness. And now he knows something's different about her. As his contamination spirals and her secret threatens to unravel, Min-jun faces an impossible choice: reveal herself and lose her freedom, or watch the world burn. Some secrets are worth dying for. Some people are worth the risk.

The world didn't break. It changed. Josie Winter is starting to notice. Micah Stiles is trying to stop her.

as per usual, this isn't my story and i do not take credits.

*This is when Dream was still in prison.* ⚠️| I DO NOT SHIP THE REAL PEOPLE, ONLY THERE PERSONA'S/CHARACTER SO PLEASE DON'T THINK IM DOING THAT! BECAUSE I AM NOT |⚠️ The Stories/Books I make is only for entertainment purposes! Thank you. |☆|~ "Hello Dollie here, um sorry that I have been gone lately. The reason I have been gone for so long is Family Issues basically! and School Issues also. But I'm back!~ And glad to be! I have missed you guys 😭 and as for my disappearance here is some|~ Punzwastaken ~ | Enjoy! <3" ~|☆| ⚠️〚 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 〛⚠️ ------------------- | ~ @𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 | ~ 𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 | ~ 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 | ~ 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 | ~ 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 ----------------------- IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THIS THEN PLEASE LEAVE UNLESS YOU DON'T REALLY CARE OR YOU DON'T GET UNCOMFORTABLE EASILY THEN YOU CAN KEEP READING! Thank you and Enjoy 💞

Let's get one thing straight: I am NOT the villain in this story. Sure, I turned a Saint into a vampire. And yes, that technically ruined a divine prophecy. And okay, maybe the Warlocks have a point about the whole "disrupting the cosmic balance" thing. But in my defense, no one TOLD me Elias was special. Now I'm stuck with: One newly-turned vampire with concerning gold eyes and zero survival instincts. One stupidly attractive Warlock who saved my life and won't let me forget it. One Blood Debt I never agreed to (being unconscious doesn't count as consent, Johan). Ten werewolf packs who think we murdered their Ultima, the Alpha of Alphas. Zero ideas how to fix any of this. Oh, and those dreams of me and Johan that are making it increasingly harder to look him in the eye. Those will stop anytime now. As soon as I stop pretending to be his mate. We're trapped in a sacred temple, hunting a stolen artifact, solving a murder mystery, and trying not to kill each other. Or kiss each other. The line gets blurrier every day. Falling for a Warlock isn't just forbidden. It's suicide. Good thing I'm already dead.

Minho gets touch-starved sometimes. Luckily, Felix is there when it all becomes too much. And he's good at keeping secrets. He's not so good at locking his door.

Rose started her work as assistant to Papa Emeritus III, better known as Terzo, one year before his death. She became more than just his assistant. A lover, and in his death she also lost herself. Rose will have challenges navigating her grief, even with the time that has since passed. Will Rose learn to love again? Will she ever learn that it's okay to move on? As she is still assistant to all of the future Papas, she will have to overcome the challenges of still working for the Ministry, while also missing her dead lover and the bands twice former frontman. For there is a new Papa afoot. (Gave character a name, but also can be Y/N)

There is a kind of woman who walks into a room and doesn't demand attention - she just quietly makes it impossible to look anywhere else. Ammu was that woman. Wide leg pants. A fitted crop. Hair falling loose around her face the way she let most things - exactly as they were, unbothered, unforced. She had the kind of eyes that stayed on you a beat too long. Not rude. Just - curious. Like she was still deciding what you were made of. She joined Vertex on a Monday and within a week knew more about the people around her than they'd told anyone in years. She didn't ask intrusive questions. She just listened in a way most people had forgotten how to. Nikhil noticed all of this. He noticed it the way he noticed everything - quietly, completely, and without letting on for a single second. Thirty eight years old. Co-founder. The kind of man who sat in the back of a room and still controlled it. He had spent his entire adult life understanding systems - breaking them down, finding the flaw, knowing exactly where the thing would collapse before it did. He looked at her and couldn't find the flaw. That had never happened before. The people who had worked at Vertex long enough knew one thing about Nikhil - He was not cold. He was careful. There was a difference. Cold men don't notice everything. Careful men notice everything and choose silence. He chose silence. Until she made it very difficult to. She wasn't looking for him. He wasn't supposed to be looking at all. But Scorpios have a way of pulling without reaching - and Virgos have a way of noticing what was never meant to be seen. Some stories begin with a look. *This one began with him pretending he didn't. He wasn't very convincing.

I wonder if you know If you can tell I'm losing I'm going down without a fight, I don't know how you do it OR Mike and Will go back to their roots, and communicate without really communicating.

Just cute fluff shots for your stomach to get all weird and fluffy/ get the fluffies! -desc written by clover/💜 enjoy!

In a world where superpowers aren't blessings-they're diseases-one boy is cursed with the coldest ability ever recorded: absolute zero. Locked away in a governmental facility, his touch brings silence, his breath freezes air, and his body is too cold for life... yet he survives. When a girl with hellflame-the most painful fire ability alive-is brought to him, everything changes. Two opposites. Both dying. But together... they might just live.

In a world where magic is seen as a threat and those with it are sent into a separate section of the world, our story follows a lonely magician used as a weapon by the Regulars and a duke's daughter on their journey as unlikely friends.

photo is not mine im not really sure how to explain this poem, sorry

Adrien has been seeking solace with Marinette, using her as a way to escape from his daily life. Or at least, that's how it started. As the months continued onwards, he didn't just go there for a source of comfort, but also just to be her friend. He was head over heels, he knew that, and maybe that's why it was so easy for Plagg to convince him to wear a hoodie (a generic one that could have been passed off as a regular black one) that she made him. Chat Noir, him. And Plagg might just be the reason his life is a million times better. Cross posted on AO3! :) Cover art: https://pin.it/7xgaNLd (I fit it to the wattpad cover size and added a filter) Originally posted on AO3: January 16, 2023 Word Count: 12,603

Rafe.. rafe cameron has spent years in a house convinced by someone who's words left bruises no one can see but settled somewhere deeper in his mind.. convinced by himself he's not good enough, he carried anger. but when he's alone?.. those bruises always came back when the air was still and nowhere to run.. he crumbles, feels entirely lost. Words spinning like a tornado in his mind, collecting and exploding.. repeating itself.. leading to a silent break down, wanting someone.. no never but it repeated over and over till?.. she came into his life.. ~*angel Beverly *~