Untouchable Lady Light Novels & Stories

“So, how does this look? I can do any quick changes if you want or we can just get this printed out.” I looked at the image and it was an owl flying with the moon behind it; it was nice. “No, that looks perfect,” Lucas answered. “Great. Just sit back and I’m going to prepare the space.” He said, taking the tablet back and stepping away. “Will it hurt?” I asked once we were alone. “Most likely. I hate the line work, but the shading part sometimes doesn’t hurt,” Lucas said as he sat back on the massage table and pulled off his jacket. “Can you hold it for me?”

Then, she appeared at the entrance of Daemon Prison’s Hudde Passage. Looking at the huge seal ahead, she raised her hand. A Ray of magenta light shot out from her hand. Following the sound of a loud boom, the seal exploded with dazzling light. “Oh?” Lady Jacinth sneered and said, “Lyla is quite good.” “You’re good too.” At this moment, an eerie voice sounded behind Lady Jacinth. In the next second, a terrifying power attacked her. Calmly, Lady Jacinth raised her hand, and dark Tribulation Clouds filled the sky. Then, countless dark lightning landed.

The room lay cloaked in darkness, with only a faint twinkle of moonlight filtering through the partially closed blinds and a frail lamp on a nearby table, fighting against the dense gloom as it tried its best to cut through the thick darkness, offering only glimpses of the scene unfolding within. In the middle of the dimly lit room, a lady stood, her figure drafted by the faint glow. She exuded confidence, wearing an inciting dress that clung to her curves. Her eyes shone with determination as she stared into the darkness, fixating on an unseen figure lurking in the room.

BRIELLE'S POV The candlelight flickers against the crystal flutes, casting long, elegant shadows across the table. I adjust the lace of my obsidian-black lingerie, ensuring the silk robe hangs just open enough to be a promise rather than a display. Perfection is a chore, but for a woman like me, it is a mandatory one.

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

,she said smacking her lips, " listening,i mean no offense but lets get this straight, am not interested in you and nothing can ever go on between the both of us, do you get it'' i said as she just noded her head in agreement and i walked away.i went over to discuss with heeadah when she ran off to chase her friend, in the twinkle of an eye they brought a lady, she was lying lifeless as if she was dead, i quickly moved forward to see what was happening, everyone from the party was already gathering to check what was going on. she was lying on the ground soaked in blood ,she seemed to have been beaten by a vampire, "oh my God!!" (exclaiming) "oh!!... God!!! Vicky!! Vicky!!! (shouts) , somebod

ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺ In a pitch of darkness, the Lady walks into the unknown realm. She couldn't comprehend why is she there. So, she ponders to herself--- 'Where am I?' Later on, a yellow butterfly that glows like the sunlight appears out of nowhere. Baffled, the Lady tries to lift her hand in the air, reaching out for the butterfly as it soon lands on her fingertip.

Ryan goes towards her and sits on the chair in front of her like a king. "Do you know why are you here and in that condition?" Ryan said with anger. His eyes are bloodshot. He wants to kill that lady at that moment but he didn't want to make his hand dirty. He can't hug his love after making his hand dirty with this lady blood. The lady looked towards Ryan and shook her head in no. "I .... D.... don't .. know....you. Why you ca. Caged me there? What you want for me?" She said in her trembling voice and whines in pain.

Maids scurried about, carrying dishes and glasses of champagne, while guests filled the front yard, their laughter and chatter loud and discordant. “This was the dinner my mother talked about?” I muttered to myself, disbelief settling in. And then I saw him—Elias. Of course. How could I have been so blind? My mother was notorious for this kind of manipulation. How could I have fallen for it again? “Sera!” Elias’s voice rang out, cutting through the noise. He walked toward me with that practiced smile of his, dressed in a suit and tie, looking every bit the gentleman in a house full of mafia bosses and gang leaders.

" At last, Celia broke down completely. She clutched her head and sobbed uncontrollably. The livestream continued. The viewer count kept climbing higher and higher. Everyone was urging Bonnie to keep reading. Bonnie looked up at the sky for a moment and said, "Okay."