Touchstarved Stories

❓ 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.

He hadn't even known he was lonely until he met her. A quarter-elf. Naive. Gentle. A girl who changed his world without even trying. He had never wanted to keep anyone close, but for her... he would do anything. Even lay down his crown and hand his throne to another. The only question is: how can he make her stay? Or perhaps... he should be the one willing to follow her instead? His Treasure is a cozy fantasy novella about discovering the one thing he never realized he needed and finding the person who makes the world feel warm, whole, and worth returning to.

𝐻𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡. #𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐌 𝐒𝐜𝐢-𝐟𝐢 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𓆩𓆗𓆪 Omkara Rathore doesn't touch. Not his students. Not his colleagues. Not even his own reflection if it gets too close. A medical science professor with a condition he never chose──his skin rejects contact, his body recoils from scents, and his heart has learned that feeling is a wound he cannot afford. So he stays cold. Stays distant. Stays safe. Until Yaksh Shergill walks into his life. A transfer student with a golden smile and eyes that see too much. Humble. Charming. Everyone's favorite. Omkara should hate him. Instead, for the first time in his life── A scent doesn't repulse him. A touch doesn't rebuke him. It pulls. And that terrifies him more than any disease ever could. But Yaksh isn't what he seems either. Behind that warm facade lives something petty. Something possessive. Something that has decided Omkara Rathore is his to follow. To provoke. To ruin. And when a body is found── When a murder cracks open secrets buried inside Omkara's own blood── They will have to trust each other to survive. But how do you trust someone whose very smell makes you lose control? 𓆩𓆗𓆪 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛.

Dr. Ryland Grace never took risks, he quit his career in acidemia over a controversial paper he wrote and took a job as a middle school science teacher, and he never got into relationships because he was scared they would end. You were an astronaut; your life was a risk and every second of it was everything you ever could've wanted. On that front the two had nothing in common until Astrophage, the end of the world.

Aureila ruins everything she touches. Except.. Him? Aureila wakes up from the same nightmare every night: those hazel eyes, the scent of smoke, a man who tells her he'll find her in every lifetime. But it's just a dream.. or nightmare.. right?

"Zeph..." Seraphis whispers, squirming and trying to free himself from the other man's firm hold. "We shouldn't do this. I-it's impure...dirty." Zephiron chuckles, low and deep in his throat, lips hovering over Seraphis' "Then I'll lick you squeaky clean right back, my love," he whispers back, then plunges his tongue into Seraphis' mouth. Zephiron is the prince with a tainted soul, Seraphis is the temple's purest and most devoted disciple. When Zephiron is sent to the temple for two months, long enough for the 'darkness' inside him to quietly burn out and him to be 'restored', he never expects to fall for the temple's symbol of holiness. An accidental touch sparks a flame that neither of them expects to keep craving. Zephiron pulls and Seraphis pushes him away, but it's a game Zephiron is determined to win. When something ancient awakens, secrets buried in temple stones and palace walls are discovered, neither of them can outrun what comes next. Underneath the chaos, Seraphis must decide whether he'll remain the untouchable symbol of holiness he's been raised to be, or risk becoming the temple's greatest sacrilege ever known. ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ Update will be on weekends (2/3 chapters per week). Thank you for your support.

Being chosen for the Grand Ball of the Diana Invicta Military Academy in Aurisel was more than the forbidden dream of every eligible young woman in Velantria. It was more than being noticed or being chosen. It was the chance to step across a threshold from which no one ever returned unchanged. Throughout the entire month, every knock at the door from the delivery man stole the breath from the city's young women. They all waited for the same silver envelope, sealed with silver wax bearing the Academy's crest. The kind of invitation capable of rewriting the course of a life. The moment Vireya saw the letter resting in the delivery man's hands, her world tilted beneath her feet. Her pulse thundered so fiercely that she thought she might faint. She had dreamed of that moment for years-perhaps even more than she had dared to desire it. Yet nothing could have prepared her for what the Academy would demand in return. That invitation looked like a promise... perhaps it had always been a beautifully disguised sentence.

Caring for someone can take many forms; sometimes it's meeting someone in the middle of the night, the brief touch of a hand, and a blueberry muffin. Agent 47 and Diana Burnwood care deeply for each other, even if they can't show it openly, yet. This Hitman fanfic was originally posted to AO3, where the rest of my Hitman fics live.

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.

Sherlock is tough starved, just craving for the smallest touch from John. It eats at him for a while, until...

Thought I'd follow your lead.

Princess Elowen was raised to be a symbol of peace. Promised to Prince Lucien Ardent, her marriage will unite kingdoms and secure a future written long before she could read her own name. Lucien is adored. Charismatic. Golden. The kingdom sees a love story waiting to happen. But they do not see Anthony Vale. Her shadow. Her shield. The knight who stands behind her throne and watches every hand that dares to touch her. Lucien courts her beneath chandeliers and applause. Anthony says nothing yet somehow his silence feels like a claim. The prince wants her as his queen. The knight wants her as something far more dangerous. And when jealousy sharpens into rivalry, when glances turn into warnings, when restraint begins to fracture Elowen realizes the war threatening the kingdom isn't political. It's personal. Because one man burns for her. And the other would burn the world. Teaser‼️🔥 Anthony Vale has never broken an oath. But when Prince Lucien Ardent's hand lingers at Elowen's waist a second too long, something in the knight shifts. And for the first time since swearing his loyalty- He wonders what it would cost to betray a crown.

Jack Klein survived wars, black ops missions, and the kind of violence that leaves permanent scars beneath the skin. Emotions were dangerous. Attachment was worse. Then there was Elena Vasile. His partner. His equal. The only person who ever managed to slip past the walls he spent years building around himself. On a mission deep within the frozen mountains of Belarus, everything goes wrong. As a covert operation collapses into betrayal, fire, and bloodshed, Jack is forced into an impossible choice between survival and the woman he never admitted he loved. Some losses leave ghosts. Others leave silence. A dark military romance filled with emotional tension, grief, survival, obsession, and the devastating cost of loving someone in a world built to destroy people like them.

two souls, bound to be apart.

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

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.

Giorno joins the gang at the young age of 15, the young teen has never had the best upbringing and barely acknowledged by his parents, He begins his new life as a gangster. He then meets a veteran gang member that is warm and welcoming causing the strong walls of his poker like attitude to crack.

A series of Legendborn Oneshots Another dance by happen stance between Selwyn and Briana Matthews