Novel & Cerita Mister Untouchable

The tinted window glasses of the Bugatti Chiron were rolled up and as the unceasing balls of rain slammed on it, it was quite hard for any seated in the back to hear. The chauffeur stole a glance at his Master Doreen from the rear view mirror and found out he was highly intrigued in watching a video on his phone. The 6 '5 ft tall, jet black hair, otherworldly emerald green-eyed, and dead drop gorgeous gentleman seated elegantly in the back seat wasn't a phone addict. Despite his jaw-dropping riches, he barely touched any devices that weren't related to wealth making, but for the past few days, Doreen became oddly interested in his costly phone.

“Aaron, I think I twisted my ankle.” Aaron immediately picked her up. He looked worried. “Rachel, are you okay? I’ll take you somewhere to rest.” The spoiled brats nearby, drawn by the commotion, began whispering and pointing at me. “The Saddler family's heiress is fighting over a man with her illegitimate sister. What a disgrace. To think they’re the most prestigious of the four major families. Turns out she isn't any better than the rest of us.” Aaron looked at me grimly.

He rolled out from under him and gained control of Justin by putting him in a full on headlock with his huge ass arms. "Pearl should have thought about that before she tried to double cross me," Mister hissed at Justin, who was still struggling to free himself. "I don't give a fuck if she lives or dies now, since it was so fucking easy for her to betray me," he almost whined in Justin's ear. Justin was instantly enraged at what Mister had just said to him and before he even knew what he was doing he had transformed and turned on Mister. He grabbed Mister by the throat and pinned him to the floor, and then, without even thinking, he began to shake him violently.

"I haven't lived there for two months. It's dusty." Isolde was momentarily speechless again. "With your money, don't you hire regular cleaners?" Bruce offered no answer. He walked straight into the master bedroom, moved with the familiarity of habit, opened a suitcase she had no idea he brought, and began undressing as though no one else existed. Isolde followed him and stopped short. He shrugged off his black coat, then unbuttoned the shirt beneath it, one button at a time. Fabric slipped away, revealing a near perfect body inch by inch.

How could I look into his eyes when I know he doesn't have trust on me. We reached at Malhotra uncle house at afternoon. Actually calling its house is underestimate it because its a mansion and its very huge. Malhotra uncle is a well known businessman in North India and have. some branches of malhotra industries in foreign. Malhotra uncle and Papa are childhood friends. Malhotra uncle and his wife Ritu anty welcomed us. I touched uncle's feet and took his blessings then touched Ritu's anty feet. She blessed me and embrace me in a motherly huge.

Mister handsome grabbed a new towel napkin, and he started using it to clean the bloodstain on my body. "Do you still want to know my name or do you prefer calling me Mister handsome?" He asked as he used the napkin to clean my pussy. His hand in-between my leg made me close my eyes because I'm expecting more. I don't mind if he fuck my pussy once more because I need it. "Pumpkin!" Mister handsome called out my name because I was lost. "I...Mister handsome is what you should be called." I mumble as I close my eyes. "I'm only planning on washing you up, and I don't plan on having sex with you." He declared, which made me chuckle.

* Jana * He was exactly where I wanted him, standing in his own penthouse, staring at me like he'd just lost control without even realizing how neatly I'd taken it from him. Lawrence Dankworth. The untouchable one. The man with iron discipline and colder eyes than most men I'd met in this city. Yet tonight, his gaze betrayed him. That flicker of hunger he tried so hard to bury... I'd seen it. Felt it. And more importantly, I'd planted it.

"Call me." He pulled out one of his own cards and tucked it into the same pocket with casual ease. The thug stood frozen, now the proud owner of two business cards. He glanced down at the second one. *Raymond Hutton.* The name sounded familiar, though he couldn't quite place it. "Tiff!" a tearful voice called behind them. Mabel hurried down the stairs, catching up before Tiffany reached the alley's end. Before she could grab her daughter, Raymond's arm shot out to block her. When he saw who it was, he didn't move it away, only said calmly, "Careful. She's wearing heels."

She looked up at me and asked, “What is today’s special, Ms.Pari?” “Today is my birthday, Maam. ” I replied. “Happy Birthday! ” she said. “Thank you, Maam. ” I said and left her cabin. I went on to give everyone a piece while they wished me. Suddenly, the box was pulled from me and thrown into the dustbin. I looked up to see who had actually done that and was surprised to see Mr.Stone. We all looked at him confused. “What happ… ” I was about to say, but he cut me off and said, “Don’t you have any shame!”

It was a huge mistake on their part to perceive him, the person who ranks number one as the most influential and wealthiest person in Guijing City, as a fool who would fall on their trap just because they have a scapegoat. It was a relief that he saw Andromeda first during that time in the storage area, or else, he might have believed those wicked people. ‘They have the guts to shake me when I am at weakest’ and for that, he applauds them slightly. ‘They used the fact that I cannot see faces before nor recall my memories and went and bit me when I’m not fully aware, such dirty tricks…’ The door of his black car was opened by his chauffeur and what welcomed him was the estate of his late Uncl