Untouchable Book Novels & Stories

Don’t you ever touch me because your soul will be lost for sure. WARNING: Hi Readers! Please don’t unlock the succeeding chapters. I need to edit some grammatical errors and please do understand. If this note has been removed, you may now continue! Thank you and have a happy new year! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

I slowly pushed myself up onto my elbows, staring at the wall, deeply embarrassed by the collapse. ​"I... I..." I tried to speak, but the words refused to come. ​"Shh. Stay silent," Shrota murmured, unscrewing the lid of the glass jar. "You don't need to explain a single thing to me. We all have our breaking points. Besides, that arrogant Ronway boy is entirely blind to let go of our most outstanding girl. He's going to regret this until his dying breath, mark my words." ​"Pfft..." A small, broken smile tugged at the corner of my dry lips despite the agony radiating down my spine.

“And they should. You’re mine. That alone makes you untouchable.” The word untouchable should have comforted her, yet instead, it carved a hollow space in her chest. She wanted to feel that strength, that shield, but her mind clung to every glance, every murmur, reminding her of how fragile she really felt. She drew a shallow breath, trying to steady herself, feeling the rhythm of Damian’s heartbeat against her hand as a lifeline.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

I mumbled and then focused on the writings again. "Touch the Untouchable. Unbind the Bindable for it is the way of the Witches." It read and I sighed. For starters, the ways of Witches was something I barely understood. Secondly, parables like this would only waste my time but I couldn't afford to give up either.

Inside the Archive, the shelves moved with my breath. I passed by a book bound in velvet dusk. Its title: The First Time You Chose Softness Over Safety. Another: How You Loved When No One Was Looking. I reached for a third. It burned with light before revealing its name: What You Became When You Stopped Trying to Be Understood. I wept then—not from pain, but from reunion. The guide touched my shoulder. “There’s one more,” they said. They led me to a door I hadn’t noticed.

David took a last look over and we made eye contact, but I turned away quickly. “Thanks…” I said as I moved to pick up the books from the ground. “No problem. I was trying to figure out where you went off to,” he said as he moved to sit on the chair beside me. I looked at the books for a second before putting them on the table and I no longer feel like working on my assignment anymore. “He’s kind of…” I said but I didn't know how to finish that sentence. “Scary? Intimidating?” Elliot asked and sighed as he shrugged his shoulder. “He can be a dick, but don't let him get to you. He just has a bad reputation.”

More untouchable. Such a marvelous creation, I thought before quickly forcing my attention back to reality. Throrone looked terribly wounded, and I couldn't stop wondering where he had been or how he had possibly ended up in such a condition. He was supposed to be strong. Untouchable. A man with a powerful wolf feared across the North. So how in the world had he been the one to end up like this? It didn't seem right. None of it did. But I dared not ask.

But it didn’t feel like nothing. The words wrapped around me, heavy with a promise I didn’t know if I could trust. Untouchable. I didn’t know what that meant. I didn’t know what he meant.

He looks back at his brothers. “Boys,” he says. “I think we’ve got ourselves another Untouchable.” The brothers laugh amongst themselves. I look at all of them with an indescribable level of disgust. “The fuck is an untouchable?” I scowl. “The lowliest of the school population,” Beau says. “Anyone who’s anyone will refuse to talk to you. Also, you get to live in the basement.” His lips stretch into a menacing smile. “Hope you enjoy the cold.”