Touch Starved Avengers

"When you think everything is going well, the world will flip you the middle finger." __ A successful author. After living an ideal life ... a loving family, amazing friends, a stable job, and a bestselling novel that made his name known across the world .. he suddenly finds himself reincarnated inside his own story, written by his very hands. And worst of all... inside the body of the weakest villain ... Frey. A third-rate villain doomed to die in the earliest chapters. A worthless scumbag with trash talent ... hated by every other character in the story, with no redemption in sight. But he refuses that fate. He rejects the entire world. This author doesn't need the cliché of a second chance — he already lived the life he always wanted. "Spare me the second chance nonsense. One chance was enough. I’m the one who created this world… and I’ll be the one to destroy it if I have to. I will return — to my world… my family… my life. No matter the cost." Driven by a burning desire to return home, Frey begins his journey through a merciless world, one where his fate has already been written by godlike beings. And as if the world hadn’t played enough cruel tricks on him, it granted him a strange system .. one that toyed with him endlessly. Complete knowledge of every event in the novel, and the ability to create any talent or power he wished. They seemed like overwhelming gifts... but were they truly? how far can he go… and what will become of the world he once created? ... ... discord: https://discord.gg/uNrXRgS3Xb

After obtaining the Mech Designer System, Ves aims to create the greatest mechs in the galaxy! In the far future, the galactic human civilization has entered the Age of Mechs. The countless lesser powers of humanity have come to adopt mechs as their main weapons of war. Only a small number of humans have the right genetic aptitude to pilot these destructive war machines the size of buildings. Born to a military family in the edge of the galaxy, Ves Larkinson is one of the many people who lacks the talent to earn glory in battle. Instead, he became a mech designer. Helped by his missing father, Ves has obtained the mysterious Mech Designer System that can help him rise in the galaxy and beyond. His mechs based on the principles of life quickly allows him to rise to prominence. Powerful and highly compatible with mech pilots, his products have the potential to take the market by storm. However, success does not come easily, and countless challenges bar his ability to sell his mechs to a market eager for innovation! With the sins of the human race in the galactic arena slowly catching up, Ves must navigate the perils of the ultra-competitive mech market and maintain control over his growing organization of misfits. This is the golden age of mechs. This is the golden age of humanity. The question is, will it last? "Any challenge can be overcome as long as I design the right mech!" --Join The Mech Touch's unofficial Discord server! https://discord.gg/APB5KCU --Follow my Instagram and Twitter! https://www.instagram.com/mlduong https://twitter.com/MLDuong --Cover Art by Derek-Paul Carll (carlldpn) --The Mech Touch is an original webnovel written by ML "Exlor" Duong. The Mech Touch is mainly published on Webnovel.com and a select few platforms affiliated with the parent company of this website.

"I hate him. I want to destroy him. So why can’t I stop craving his touch?" He’s the cold, calculating billionaire who ruined my family. I’m the lawyer who swore to bring him to his knees. When I walked into Damian Cain’s office, I came armed with strategy, spite, and every legal document I could throw at him. What I didn’t expect was the way he looked at me like war, like sin, like he already knew he was going to break me. It was supposed to be a game of power. But his kiss burned through my defenses. His touch? It made me forget every reason I came here. Now I’m tangled in a dangerous dance with the man I was supposed to destroy and the more I fight him, the deeper I fall. This isn’t love. This is obsession. And I might not survive it.

> He watched her for years. He stole her. He claimed her. Now he wants to break her… until she calls it love. Aurora Hale has always been quiet—an invisible girl in a loud world. But when a mysterious box appears on her bed containing her missing underwear and a red silk ribbon, she realizes someone has been watching her. Someone who knows where she lives. What she fears. And exactly when to take her. When Aurora wakes up, she’s no longer in her dorm room. She’s locked inside a cold, elegant mansion… and he’s waiting. Damien Wolfe — rich, brilliant, dangerous, and obsessed. He doesn’t want her love. He wants her obedience. He says she’s his. He says she’ll carry his child. And he says that no matter how much she fights, no matter how much she shivers when he touches her… She’ll never escape. Because love, to him, means owning her. Completely. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains scenes of stalking, non-consensual intimacy, psychological manipulation, forced pregnancy, and emotional trauma. It is a work of dark fiction intended for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is strongly advised.

“Please Touch Me, Master.” This was Bi Chen’s go-to game, and after nearly reaching 100% Completion in it, he suddenly finds himself in the game world of Alteir. Unfortunately, this only marks the beginning of his problems. In this world, there are all kinds of creatures, but the only category that matters are two: Masters & Slaves. What happens when this transmigrator from Earth gets stuck as a slave from the very start and must now find a way to not only survive, but also ascend beyond even the realm of Master and become a Sovereign? Worse still… how can he do this when his Race is recognized as the weakest in the world. —Lesser Undead, Zombie. Tags: Fantasy. Action. Adventure. Taming. Antihero. Villain. Survival. Magic. WeaktoStrong. Romance. Harem.

Not everyone is meant to be a hero. The worst kind of good is one of a being that isn't even great. Death is a blessing that only he isn't granted... Odysseus—a mere porter left to his doom by his best friend—found himself signing a contract with the devil herself in order to act upon his revenge. Every bone they broke, every tear he shed, every form of suffering he had endured will now become his reason to reject the blessing of death. The devil grants him incredible demonic powers. In exchange for his soul and a limited amount of time, Odysseus become the Wyrmbound Avenger, working for the devil and his goals. But the line between demonism and revenge is almost invisible. Can he find it before it becomes the death of him?

Charles or rather Xavier Dame was your average loner—broke, ignored, and invisible to the girls. But everything changes the day he awakens the [Harem Points System], a mysterious power that rewards him for physical and emotional interactions with women. From casual touches to heart-throbbing confessions, every action earns him points that can be exchanged for powerful skills, items, and stat boosts. Suddenly, he's not just charming—he's unstoppable. But things aren't that simple. The more hearts he wins, the more enemies he makes. From jealous rivals to yandere lovers and hidden organizations interested in his strange system, Ethan will need more than luck to survive his rise from zero to ultimate harem king. Can he keep his growing group of powerful beauties happy... and alive?

Blood-Soaked Wedding Dress: The Time-Travel Game of the Avenger is a grand European and American romantic epic interweaving time travel, vengeance, and forbidden desire! When modern bride Alison is stabbed by her groom on their wedding day, she unexpectedly gains an alchemical pocket watch that grants her the power to traverse time and space. Her vow: to rewrite the century-old evil bloodline of the Lancaster family. With each time leap, she dons a blood-drenched wedding gown, hunting for revenge in the shadows of plague-ridden villages, witch trials, and the Opium Wars. But is the alchemist who made the deal with her a true ally or a more dangerous trap? When she discovers Charles can peer through all timelines from his mirrored prison, this revenge game spirals into a dual imprisonment of soul and flesh. Desire ignites amid blades and incantations, while bloodshed and romance entwine in the fissures of time—only by tearing through all time-spaces can she reclaim freedom from eternal chains. 120 chapters of roller-coaster time hunts, each a deadly gamble against fate!

I’ve become the Demon Lord, the final boss in a game, but… If I invade the human world? I’ll be slain by the max-level protagonist I raised. If I stop the invasion? I’ll be devoured by my starving demon generals. …Therefore, the only answer is farming.

She came to Florence to paint her way out of grief. He offered her a contract to keep emotions out. But what begins as a deal built on control soon becomes a war of silence, obsession—and surrender. Aanya Roy, an Indian artist haunted by loss, arrives in Florence with a sketchbook and a name whispered in art circles. She doesn't paint to be seen. She paints because it’s the only way she feels alive. Leonhart Moretti is a billionaire forged by tragedy. Cold. Brilliant. Untouchable. Women are part of a system: contracts, limits, rules. No emotion. No deviation. Until her. When Aanya uploads a blank canvas as a response to his challenge, it isn't defiance—it's art. It's her refusal to be tamed. Intrigued beyond reason, Leonhart offers her a 90-day contract: complete creative freedom in his studio. But beneath the surface lies another game—one of dominance, surrender, and unraveling control. In a city that worships beauty and secrets, how far can two broken souls go before the lines between art and desire, power and love, are blurred beyond recognition? R18 (Explicit Content) Contains mature themes including psychological tension, erotic content, dominance/submission, and emotional trauma. Reader discretion advised. Author's Note: This is not just a billionaire romance. This is about silence as power. Touch as art. And what happens when control becomes devotion. For readers who love slow-burn tension, flawed but brilliant leads, and emotionally layered storytelling—welcome to Florence.

By day, Joon-ho runs a discreet, high-end massage clinic in Seoul, specializing in pain relief and body alignment. But behind the soundproof doors, his true gift lies in reading the deepest cravings of the women who walk through his door—and giving their bodies exactly what they need. From overworked executives to national celebrities, no woman leaves untouched—or unchanged. When Harin, his former campus crush turned office worker, reenters his life, one night of pleasure turns into something far more dangerous: connection, obsession, and a partnership that blurs every boundary between business, pleasure, and possession. Now, she’s not just in his bed. She’s in his clinic. His lap. His world. And she wants to watch everything.

A band of amnesiac souls journey to reclaim their forgotten memories after having their bodies toyed with and consciousnesses placed into dolls—dolls, which once inhabited, grant the user a supernatural touch that can alter reality…

a teenager that died and was resurrected by his ancestors deeds to uncover and avenge all of humanity from the beast that started to roam the lands that destroyed Life by touch will Seed protect humanity or destroy it

Amid the gilded society of Victorian England, the Young Lord too charming to forget and the Duke too mysterious to decipher find their lives entangled by an uninvited twist of fate. Bound by circumstance, what had begun as conflict blossomed into a feeling Alex dared not name. And yet, it grows. When Young Lord Carlston meets the reclusive Duke of Blackthorn, it’s hardly love at first sight — rather pride, suspicion, and a clash of two guarded souls. But what if the person Alex misjudged most becomes the one who understands him like no one else ever did? Two men. One season. And the truth that could ruin — or save — them both. Additional tags: slowburn, victorian england, 19th century, rich, emotional angst, forbidden love, high society, tender moments, touch-starved, horseback riding, fencing, wood carving

The fantasy adventure began from a life of a girl named Eve Ainsley who seemingly had find ordinary no longer in her grasp. After encountering an unusual entity named Charger and a world above her knowledge known as Elis, she might even discover more about herself. And perhaps even the truth. Note: This is written with journal-style based on Eve's point of view. For that, there will be two perspective where one is written by Eve in a tale and the other is written by script based on actual thing that happened.

After plunging the world into chaos and meeting his end at the hands of the protagonist and his harem. He was suddenly given a chance to redo everything. Normal Antagonist : I shall use my knowledge of the future to destroy protagonist. Our antagonist: I shall use my knowledge of the future to get rich and wealthy. ******************** Normal Antagonist: I shall steal the protagonist harem. Our Antagonist: I shall use my knowledge to get rich. ***************************** Normal Antagonist: I shall plunge this world into chaos. Our Antagonist: I shall use my knowledge to get rich. ************************** Audience: Were you starved before you died,why the excess aspiration for money. Our Antagonist: Indeed I was starved before I died, so this time I will make enough money and retire early.

Verdamona—a young woman from a broken Earth—finds herself face-to-face with a god. The world she once knew has been reduced to cosmic ashes, destroyed by a chain of six cataclysmic disasters that humanity itself may have set in motion. Bitter, grieving, and demanding answers, Verdamona learns a devastating truth: Earth was not abandoned, but judged. And the gods, bound by ancient laws, let it fall. The god she speaks to has decided to offer humanity one final chance at redemption. Not because they deserve it but because 'she' does. For her spirit, her defiance, and her unwavering will, he offers an impossible task: be reborn at the moment of her birth, with her memories intact, and attempt to alter the fate of the world from within. As her soul begins its descent back into time, Verdamona carries the weight of humanity’s second chance on her shoulders, and the knowledge that if she fails, no god will intervene again.

"What in fuck's name are you saying?!" I snapped at the Lycan Alpha. I knew that kind of disrespect could get my head ripped off, but I didn’t care. "You killed two of my men," he said, voice low and dangerous. "And you expect me to let you walk free?" I swallowed hard. He was right. A Demon Lycan Alpha like him should’ve already killed me. But he hadn’t. And I couldn’t walk away now — not before completing my mission. I took a slow breath and forced the panic out of my voice. "So what do you want from me?" His stare cut through me like a blade. But nothing could’ve prepared me for the words that came out of his mouth next. "I need a body to fuck. And yours will do So...Be my Beta by day. And warm my bed at night"

A collection of short stories slightly based on reality, but overall comes under fiction.

In the dazzling chaos of stardom, Scripted Touch unfolds the hauntingly tender and intensely passionate tale of Abir Sen — a powerful film icon with a shattered past — and Maholi, a sweet, grounded, aspiring writer who unknowingly carries the last thread of a buried truth. When Maholi stumbles into the film industry, fate ties her to Abir through a mysterious necklace and a forgotten promise made by a dying mother. As Maholi navigates the ruthless world of fame, manipulation, and secrets, she finds herself drawn to the enigmatic star who hides more than just a broken heart. What begins as silent chemistry ignites into a storm of unspoken desires, stolen touches, and late-night whispers. But every moment of passion is shadowed by a dark conspiracy that links their families — a murder, a cover-up, and a boy who saw too much. With powerful enemies like the charmingly vicious Ruchika and the elegant yet deadly stepmother Sulekha circling them, Maholi and Abir must face the fire of the past to claim a future. Through betrayal, heartbreak, and explosive revelations, Scripted Touch explores what happens when love is both a sanctuary and a battleground. A tale of lust, loyalty, buried truths, and rising from the ashes — Scripted Touch is where romance meets revenge in the boldest way.

I stopped sleeping around the time I started seeing shadows that didn’t belong to anyone. The kind that breathed behind cupboard doors. Whispered when no one else was home. I used to think I was losing my mind. Then I met Ardere. She transferred in with haunted eyes and bruises she didn’t talk about. The kind of girl who didn’t touch anyone—and for good reason. Her power wasn’t fire, or flight, or anything survivable. It was grief. Weaponized. If she brushed your skin, you felt every dead thing that ever lived inside her. Most people stayed away. I couldn’t. She was dangerous in a way no one understood. And I was already too hollow to care. Maybe that’s why her power didn’t break me the way it broke everyone else. Or maybe it did. Just slower. Then the people who once stole her came back. And the only way to stop what’s coming is to let her be taken again. To make her break loud enough that they come running. She asked me to help her do it. And I did. I hurt her in ways I swore I never would. She’s gone now. And I don’t know if what’s left of her will ever come back.

Jessica Humphrey has gotten herself into a terrible car accident, which has left her for dead, and it all happened because she caught her boyfriend, Jeremy Allen having sex with her best friend Renee. Her life has been cut short by her cheating boyfriend, and and it’s off to the afterlife she goes. But wait a minute, she doesn’t go to the afterlife because, just like the fairytales, a kiss brings her back to life but she doesn’t come back as hum,an for she starts to see weird supernatural changes to her. Quick reflexes, flexibility, super strength, and she can see demons. She loves her new powers because they make her feel alive, like her alter ego has finally come out, but she’s also a bit scared and wants to understand how all this happened. She is then met with Miles Gonzalez, a handsome man who reveals to her that she’s a Nytheri, a werecat race, and so is he. He uses one of his lives on her by kissing her on the lips because, according to him, they’re destined to be soulmates. Jessica is weirded out by the idea, but she gives in to him because she has a lot to learn. She is pulled into a world of love, passion and the supernatural. She begins to see her worth and why she exists in the world. And also, her ex-boyfriend is her mortal enemy, not just because he cheated on her, but because he’s a werewolf, and Werewolves and Nytheris hate each other. But somehow Jeremy doesn’t care, he will get Jessica back at all costs.

Two distant souls. One casual wave. A thousand almosts. In a world where glances linger longer than words, and silence speaks louder than promises, two people begin to drift closer—never quite colliding, never quite letting go. What starts as a gesture becomes a rhythm, and what was never supposed to mean anything slowly begins to mean everything. This is a story of slow-burning closeness, unspoken feelings, fractured friendships, and the dangerous beauty of being seen too deeply. Some love stories are loud. This one hums in the spaces between.

The clock on my bedroom wall ticked past midnight, its soft clicks drowned out by the growl of my stomach. I, Haruto Tanaka, high school second-year and self-proclaimed master of procrastination, was facing a crisis of epic proportions: I was starving. Not just “I could eat a snack” starving, but “I might sell my soul for instant ramen” starving. “Ugh, why didn’t I grab something after club?” I groaned, flopping onto my bed. The kendo club had run late, and I’d been too lazy to stop by the convenience store. Now, my fridge was a barren wasteland, and my wallet was crying somewhere under a pile of manga. As I stared at the ceiling, a wild idea struck me. “What if… I summon food?” I sat up, grinning like an idiot. Okay, hear me out. Last week, I’d found this weird old book in the school library’s “do not borrow” section. It was called The Grimoire of Minor Conveniences, and it had spells for stuff like “find lost socks” or “make your tea the perfect temperature.” I’d skimmed it during

As Leo stormed into the room, a furious frown etched on his face, he stared intently at him. Finally, he grabbed Shiro's arms, squeezing them tightly. "You're hurting me!" Shiro exclaimed. "Why did you interfere?" Leo demanded, his voice sharp. "I told you clearly to stay out of this! I repeated it to you a hundred times, and yet you still decided to get involved. Can't you listen to me?" "If I hadn't done anything, wouldn't you be locked up right now, starving and freezing in prison?" Shiro retorted. "I did it because I was worried something would happen to you!" "You don't understand," Leo insisted. "No matter what happened, I'd have been fine! They wouldn't dare touch me! You, however, have no title! You have no protection! You can't even defend yourself! What would you've done if something happened to you?"

Ying is a young and powerful chairman, while Jay is a rising singer with strong appeal. They are neighbors across from each other, once close childhood friends, but a major event caused Jay’s family to leave Thailand and move to France for nearly 10 years. Between them, besides the time gap, there is also a deep unresolved conflict. In addition to Ying, Jay has relationships with Faisal—a cheerful, warm, caring, and somewhat mischievous person; Chirawan—a seemingly strict person but deeply caring for those around her; and Kanya—a distant girl with calculating intentions and unpredictable motives. Can Jay and Ying resolve the issues of the past and reconnect? How will the stories of couples like Faisal-Yod and Chirawan-Isra unfold? As secrets are slowly revealed, will they lead to happiness or bring new sorrow?”

Elara's gloves never come off. Her chambers are lined with lead. Even her tears are collected in silver vials before they can poison the earth. The last living heir to the Veyne bloodline, she was born with "The Withering"—a divine curse that turns her skin to poison. After accidentally killing her mother at birth and her nursemaid at age six, she has lived in solitary confinement, her existence known only to the royal alchemists who study her condition. Her only comfort? The dying things she touches don't suffer. Flowers bloom brighter in her grip before turning to ash. Sick animals find peace under her fingers. Until Kieran, a disgraced scholar sentenced to death for heresy, grabs her bare wrist during an escape attempt... And doesn't die.