APKDock Logo
Chapters
share
His Dangerous Touch  Novel Cover

His Dangerous Touch

Aurora Andrews has never known a life free from pain. Orphaned and left in the care of her cruel uncle and aunt, she endured years of abuse that taught her the safest place was in the shadows. But even in college, her silence couldn't shield her from the cruelty of her peers. Just as she reaches her breaking point, fate intervenes in the form of Alexander Mark, the powerful and enigmatic CEO of the Vanguard Group company. Alexander saves her from a nightmare, but one impulsive, accidental night binds their fates together. When the morning light comes, he leaves her with a heartless dismissal, assuming she is just another gold digger looking for a payout. But Aurora carries a secret more precious than anything. Forced to drop out of school to protect her unborn baby, Aurora fights to survive in a world that wants to break her. But the shadows of her past are closing in; what will happen when her abusive aunt and uncle discover she is pregnant? And what will become of her when Alexander Mark walks back into her life, unaware of the child growing in her womb? He left her thinking she was a whore. But the truth is far more dangerous. When their paths inevitably cross again, will he accept the child as his own? Or will he destroy the only chance Aurora has at a happy ending? "I'm not a whore, I promise you, Sir. I just wanted to save you... and nothing else."
Chapters
share

Chapter 5

Six months ago.

"It was my birthday." Eighteen years of life, and yet, as I sat alone in the back of the lecture hall at St.Jude's College, the day felt indistinguishable from any other. There was no cake, no presents, no streamers, and certainly no joyous chorus of "Happy Birthday." I had no one to celebrate with since I lost my parents, and truth be told, I had convinced myself that I didn't care. Caring required hope, and hope was a luxury I couldn't afford.

My head was buried in a textbook, my eyes scanning the same paragraph for the tenth time, trying to lose myself in the safety of academic words. The silence of the empty classroom was my only companion until the sharp click of heels against the tiled floor shattered it.

I didn't need to look up to know who it was. The rhythm of the walk was Sereia, Allysia's shadow.

"Aurora," her voice called out, sweet enough to coat poison.

I sighed, closing my book slowly. "Sereia."

"Allysia is waiting for you in the garden," she said, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk playing on her lips. "She asked me to come and get you."

A knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach. Allysia, the daughter of the Principal and the queen bee of St. Jude's, didn't just "ask" to see me. Her summons was rarely benevolent. But refusal wasn't an option.

We both knew what she was capable of. She could make my life a living hell with a simple snap of her fingers, and I was already hanging on by a thread.

Without much thought, because thinking would only lead to the worst. I stood to my feet.

"Alright," I said, grabbing my bag. "I'm coming."

I started to walk past her, heading for the door, but Sereia stepped in my path, blocking my exit. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a strip of black cloth.

"Use this to blindfold yourself," she commanded, holding it out to me.

I frowned, taking a step back.

"What? Why?"

"You know Allysia," Sereia replied, her tone dropping the fake sweetness. "She asked you to blindfold yourself before you come with me to the school garden. She wants it to be a surprise. Are you really going to disobey her before we even get there?"

I looked at the cloth, then at Sereia's expectant face. The power dynamic was clear. I was a pauper in their kingdom. If I wanted to avoid a scene right here in the hallway, I had to play along.

"Fine," I muttered.

I took the rough fabric from her hand and tied it around my eyes, plunging my world into darkness. Instantly, my other senses heightened.

"Good girl," she said. "Now, hold my arm."

I felt her hand grip my waist not to steady me, but to steer me like a piece of luggage. She led me out of the classroom, down the hallway, and through the heavy exit doors. The air shifted, becoming warmer and humid. We were heading toward the school garden, a secluded area usually reserved for faculty or the elite students.

We walked for what felt like an eternity, my footsteps unsure on the uneven pavement. I had no choice but to trust Sereia, which was a terrifying thought in itself.

"Stop," she said suddenly.

I froze. "Are we there?"

She didn't answer. Instead, I felt her fingers fumbling with the knot at the back of my head. A moment later, the blindfold fell away.

I blinked rapidly, my eyes stinging as they adjusted to the bright afternoon sunlight. Colors swam in my vision greens of the hedges, reds of the roses, and the blur of faces standing before me.

"Surprise!"

The shout was deafening, synchronized, and jarring. My sight finally cleared, and the blur resolved into a crowd. It was my classmates, the popular clique, and at the center of it all, Allysia. She stood with her arms folded across her chest. She was smiling, but it was the kind of smile a predator gives its prey before the pouncing. A balloon popped somewhere to my left, sending confetti raining down on my hair. I stood there, stunned, my heart hammering against my ribs. For a few fleeting seconds, I allowed myself to feel something other than dread. I looked around at the smiling faces.

Was this real? Had they actually done something nice for me?

Allysia stepped forward, parting the crowd like the Red Sea.

"Surprise, for the second time!" she announced, clapping her hands together. The rest of the students joined in, a polite, rhythmic applause that echoed in the enclosed garden.

"Aurora," she said, her voice dripping with mock affection. "Today is your birthday. Since you're all alone and have no friends, we, the generous students of St. Jude's, decided to prepare a little surprise for you, girl. And you have to accept it.

"It would be rude not to."

I looked at her, searching for a trace of malice and finding none. For a moment, the impossible happened. I thought she meant it. I thought that, despite our history, despite the way she usually treated the lower-class students like me, she had decided to be decent. Maybe people could change.

"Thank you," I whispered, offering a hesitant smile. "This is... unexpected."

She giggled, a high-pitched sound that set my nerves on edge. "Oh, save the gratitude for the main event."

She turned and gestured to Dominic, who had been standing silently in the back. He grunted and stepped forward, holding something large and flat covered in a wrapping sheet. Allysia snatched it from him and held it up against her chest, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Here, take a look at what I got for you," she said.

I smiled, lifting my head to read whatever message she had written. My heart was actually swelling, just a little. Maybe it was a voucher. Maybe it was a gift card for the bookstore. Something that would help me.

"The sheet fell away."

And my heart stopped.

The board was large, painted in bright, garish colors. In big, bold letters, written with a permanent marker that looked suspiciously like red paint, it read:

"FEMALE COLLEGE STUDENT SEEKING ONE DAY BOYFRIEND. MUST BE DESPERATE."

"I froze."

The blood drained from my face so fast I felt dizzy. I stared at the words, my brain refusing to process them. Slowly, I dragged my gaze away from the board and back to Allysia. She was still wearing that smile, wide and cruel, her eyes dancing with amusement.

"Then, the laughter started."

It began with Sereia, a snort that she couldn't hold back. Then Dominic joined in. Within seconds, the entire garden erupted in raucous laughter. They were pointing at me, laughing at my expression, laughing at the sign, laughing at me.

"You know what, Allysia?" I said, my voice shaking with a mix of humiliation and rising anger. "I know we haven't been on good terms. But for once, I thought you were a changed person. I thought maybe you had a heart. I guess I was wrong. You are never the person I imagined you to be. I was always wrong."

I turned on my feet, my vision blurring with tears of shame. I just wanted to leave. I wanted to run away and hide.

But I didn't get far. A hand gripped my arm, yanking me back. Sereia.

"How rude," Sereia hissed in my ear. "Trying to leave without even saying thank you for the gift."

"Or maybe I forgot," Dominic chimed in, stepping into my path to block me again. "You've always been that scared cat, haven't you? Running away with your tail between your legs."

"Scared cat... scared cat... scared cat..."

You may also like

Beast World: They Hated Me, Then I Cooked Them Dinner Novel Cover
9.1
Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part. The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys. Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero. Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold. I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth. But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me." Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again. Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
Chosen Wolf Novel Cover
8.6
Danni's world shatters the day her father dies. Her mother has become a hollow shell of who she once was, and Danni is left to pick up the pieces alone. Every day feels like a battle just to breathe, to move, to find something resembling normal. Then her ex shows up - stirring old wounds and turning her already broken life into chaos. As if that weren't enough, the people she trusted most begin acting... strange. Secrets twist around her like shadows, and nothing feels real anymore. And that's when he appears - the mysterious stranger who keeps showing up just in time to save her. There's something familiar about him, something that tugs at her soul. But the more she dreams of the haunting white wolf that stalks her nights, the more she wonders if her mind is unraveling... or if something far darker is calling to her.
Doctor vagina's son Novel Cover
9.5
I had no choice but to return for vengeance. That man, who was supposed to be my father, abandoned my mother at the altar in favor of another woman. I despised him. He never bothered to look for me. My mother repeatedly told me that I reminded her of him. She always says, "I am a carbon copy of my father, and possibly worse." "Like a father, like a son," they always say. But this time, I returned to show him that "A son can defeat his father." And to do so, I had to be better. That is why I, Knight Angelo Knight, decided to become a gynecologist. But, in order to break his heart, I had to get my hands on either his wife, Bella, or Julia, the young girl he had raised for years. By the time I realized I wasn't just hurting him, but also her and myself... And it was a second chance that I pleaded for. But would she be able to forgive the man who dragged her to his bed to exact vengeance? And played games with her emotions? And, worst of all, took her virginity?
Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father Novel Cover
9.0
I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."
Rejected & Reckoning: Twin Flames Novel Cover
9.6
Five years ago, Lysara Veyne was rejected at the altar. Humiliated. Cast aside. Her bond shattered publicly by Kaelen Draven, the cold Alpha heir of the feared Blackthorn Pack. Broken and bleeding inside, Lysara fled into the forest... and into the arms of a masked stranger whose touch awakened her wolf like wildfire. She disappeared with his memory- and his children growing inside her. Now, she returns with a new name, a quiet job... and twin sons who possess terrifying gifts. Theron, the older twin, sees visions of the future. Caelen, the younger, hears thoughts and emotions that aren't his. Both boys look unmistakably like Kaelen Draven. And the Alpha who once rejected their mother can suddenly feel a mate bond he does not understand. As whispers spread, jealous rivals plot, and DNA secrets ignite war, Lysara fights to protect her sons-and herself. Kaelen wants answers, redemption, and a second chance. Riven Calder, his dangerous cousin, wants Lysara for himself. Sylara Voss, the enchantress, would kill to take the twins' power. But Lysara is no longer the Omega they broke. She is prophecy-born, bloodline-bound, and rising. And when the final reckoning comes, she will make the world kneel.
Shattered Ice Novel Cover
9.3
Are you tired of every hockey romance turning into pure erotica by chapter ten? We are going back to basics. This is about the tension. The secrets. The stolen glances across a crowded campus, the brush of a bare hand in a freezing ice rink, and the dangerous boy who would burn the world down just to keep her safe. Caroline Reed is invisible by choice. As a pre-law student fighting to maintain a flawless 4.50 GPA, she hides in the shadows of the university athletics department. She analyzes sports compliance data just to keep her scholarship intact. Her life is perfectly ordered and perfectly safe. Leo Kincaid is the untouchable hockey captain. He is ruthless on the ice and completely guarded off it. Everyone thinks he is just another arrogant, golden boy athlete. But the numbers do not lie. When Caroline reviews the latest game footage, she finds a terrifying statistical pattern. Leo is intentionally taking penalties and throwing specific plays. When she confronts him in the dead of night at the empty arena, she expects a confession of greed. Instead, she uncovers a dangerous underground betting ring that is blackmailing him. By speaking up, Caroline has just put a massive target on her own back. Now, the only way Leo can protect her is to pull her directly into his spotlight. He forces her into his daily life under the guise of needing a personal academic manager. Suddenly, the invisible girl is everywhere he is. He watches her constantly. He fiercely dictates who she talks to. And in the quiet, frozen moments between the chaos, Caroline begins to realize that the brutal captain is the safest place she could ever be.