Touchstarved Stories

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.

❓ What happens when the woman who forgets everything wakes up to a man who remembers too much? A dark romance set in Italy. I wake up in a hospital in Italy, surrounded by strangers speaking a language I don't understand. Fifteen minutes later, a terrifyingly beautiful man walks in, looks at me like his world is ending-and calls me his fiancée. To me, he's a stranger. To him, I'm his entire world. He's everything she should fear. Possessive. Powerful. Dangerous. She's everything he's already lost. Soft. Familiar. His weakness. As fragments of her past refuse to surface, his devotion only grows heavier. He knows her habits, her silences, the way she used to love him-and watching her look at him like a stranger hurts more than losing her once ever did. Now trapped between forgotten memories and undeniable chemistry, she must decide whether to trust the man her heart responds to... even when her mind doesn't. ✨ Tropes You'll Love: ✔ Amnesia Romance ✔ He Fell First / He Fell Harder ✔ Touch-Starved, Devoted ML ✔ Dark, Possessive Love ✔ Stranger-to-Lovers (Again) 🔥 A forgotten love. A man who refuses to let go. She doesn't remember choosing him. But he's already chosen her-every lifetime, every version, every time.

"You don't get to look at me like that," Noah says quietly. Aiden lets out a breathy laugh. "Like what?" "Like I'm something you could keep." Silence stretches between them-heavy. "I never asked you to stay," Noah adds. Noah finally meets his eyes, expression unreadable. "No," he says. "You just made it impossible to leave." ******************************************************************* Two people. Slowly, learning how to exist in the same space without breaking. This is a story about longing looks, unspoken feelings, and loving someone in all the ways you're afraid to say out loud. A story where nothing happens- until it does. Read at your own risk. This is not an Enemies to Lovers trope if that's what you're looking for!!

❝𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚!❞ ━━━━ 𝗧𝗢𝗞𝗬𝗢 cleans its streets after Devils tear them apart. Someone has to shovel what's left. Before becoming a Devil Hunter, (Y/N) was a disposal worker-one of the invisible people sent in after the screaming stops. He scraped blood from pavement, bagged body parts that no one bothered to name, and learned how hunger feels when it never leaves. Poor, malnourished, ignored by the world, he survived on scraps and silence. Until one night, deep in an abandoned sewer flooded with rot and sludge, he found something Public Safety missed. A dying Devil. Starving. Writhing. The Tapeworm Devil didn't promise power, glory, or justice. It promised survival. And hunger answered hunger. Now, a zipper-like seam splits his chest-organic, wrong, alive. When he pulls the tab, he doesn't transform... He opens the cage. Black tendrils coil around his body. A living suit of muscle and teeth wraps him whole. Hunger becomes a weapon. Greed becomes strength. And the line between Devil and human blurs with every bite he takes to stay standing. Living with Aki Hayakawa, surrounded by Devil Hunters who are just as broken as the monsters they fight, (Y/N) learns that Devils aren't the only predators in Tokyo. Control wears a smile. Affection hides knives. And some beings don't want to kill him- They want to own him. Sarcastic, quiet, perpetually starving, and dangerously honest, (Y/N) doesn't care about power, fear, or manipulation. Unless you're offering food. Unless you touch what's his. This is a story about hunger that never ends. About love that looks like obsession. About what crawls out when the world leaves you empty. And about a boy who learned too late- Some appetites can never be satisfied.

They were never meant to be on the same flight. Never meant to share the same sun-soaked villa, the same long dinners, the same stolen glances across wedding lights. She is the one person he avoids. He is the one person she cannot stand. Years of rivalry, sharp words, and unresolved history follow them all the way to a destination wedding neither can escape. Trapped between ocean views, wedding rituals, and a week that refuses to end, their carefully built walls begin to crack. Arguments turn quieter. Silences grow heavier. And somewhere between shared sunsets and accidental confessions, the line between enemy and something far more dangerous begins to blur. Because sometimes love doesn't arrive gently. Sometimes it comes disguised as the person you swore you'd never fall for. And when the wedding ends, only one question remains... will they return as rivals... or leave as something they never planned to be?

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.

This is a pureshadow story, I see the deciet trio as a family so...yeah! And whenever I read pureshadow/puremilk/shadowvanilla where shadow milk like moves in with pv i always wonder what happen to candy apple cookie and black sapphire, so...yeah, first few chapters are gonna be mama shadow milk 😁

It's a story between a girl with the perfect life and a boy who's emotionally damaged. This is their way of loving the damaged.

Shadow Weaver is a prisoner of BrightMoon and it's only fair to say that Angella doesn't like her for many obvious reasons, but after a very umm... unexpected situation they try to become somewhat friends but how long can they both deny their feelings for each other and is Shadow Weaver truly capable of changing?

This oneshot was a request for NaegamI! Byakuya Togami doesn't need friends, nor acquaintances, or anything in between. There's no time to waste on minuscule, useless things like that. So when Makoto seems driven to insert himself in his life, it causes a whirlwind of confusion and annoyance.

In a world where power and bloodlines shape fate, Trianna ,the exiled daughter of a proud Alpha , is cast out of her pack under mysterious circumstances. Her banishment leads her straight into the path of Xander, a brooding, ageless hybrid with secrets older than the werewolf clans themselves. Haunted by a betrayal centuries ago and burdened with a dangerous gift called Starlight Vision, Xander senses that Trianna is the key to a prophecy that could either destroy him or grant him unimaginable power. But Trianna has secrets of her own - a twin sister whose envy runs deeper than blood, and a past that's been manipulated by unseen forces. As forbidden bonds form and old enemies stir, their connection becomes more than a collision of fate - it becomes a threat to empires, and a temptation neither of them can afford.

Two unlikely friends are slowly realizing that they may be more than just that.. A cuddly ooey-gooey story that makes me want to throw up. Special thanks to my friend for making me suffer

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.

This takes place, after the events of Season 1 of Hazbin Hotel (which is on prime video) After the match against Heaven and Hell, things are starting to look better for the Hotel! Uh.. more or less.. just still no sinner except the originals. Lucifer has decided stay with Charlie for the time benefit as well as keeping her away from a specific Overlord... But the Radio Demon won't suffice this as he did promise his deal maker to ruin the Hotel but not in the way he thought. So now starts a back and forth rivalry with King of Hell, Lucifer and The Radio Demon, Alastor! Notes: One-sided Radiostatic Platonic RadioApple? Ships: HUSKERDUST (Angel Dust x Husker) (Vox x Val)- (On and Off RelationShip) Vaggie x Charlie (Obviously) Zestial x Carmille Carmine (I'll explain)

hero + ex villain = vigilantes | TWO POVs | Soren and Irene were heroes whom fought often with decisions or without a reason. They never agreed on one with, almost like a taboo. Sooner or later they did agree on something. Something unexpected was decided between the two and they couldn't do anything to change their fate that they chose. Irene and Soren was supposed to have a happy ending but will they still be able to change the fate knowing it all. ---- enemies to lovers some fantasy creatures: ghost and siren (MCs) (etc.) TWO POVs!! Cover is not my art nor mine in general. I found on Pinterest and it just matched my original characters/Ocs.

Dream was starving, but not in the food sense.

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.

She calls it 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. He calls it 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕... But what if they're both right? Alexandria is sunshine in heels―warm, chaotic, and a rush of adrenaline no matter the time. Neil is the human equivalent of a locked office door and a "Do Not Disturb" sign. He might as well be a Greek sculpture―stone-cold, all muscles, and a sharp jaw. When she finds her long-time boyfriend cheating, she does what any sane woman would do: cry, sulk, dump his cheating ass... and kiss the first man she sees mid-rant. Unfortunately, that man is none other than Mr. Habit-Over-Heart himself―Neil Hughes, the guy who loathes her. She thinks he's emotionally constipated. He thinks she's a walking impulse. And her company's new campaign requires them to work together closely in Paris, the city of love. Can a hopeless romantic fall for a man who claims love is just a habit in disguise―controlled, contained, and changed when convenient? 𝑶𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆?

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