Novel & Cerita Untouchable Lady

Like cruelty was a tool he used the same way he used everything else, deliberately and without apology, and the least he owed me was honesty about it. I didn't know what to do with honesty from him. It didn't fit the architecture I was building — the clean, functional structure where he was the threat and I was the asset in unfavorable conditions and everything between us was purely tactical. Honesty didn't belong in that structure. Honesty was a crack in the wall. I filed it and I didn't look at it again. Someone came an hour later. Not Matt — a woman, middle-aged, with a face that had been professionally neutral for so long it had become her natural expression. She carried a tray and set i

Then sat me up on a chair in front of a mirror. And for the first time in a long time, I get to see myself. It was a pale young girl with a big dark circle under her dark eyes as if she hasn't slept for days. Her collar bones stick out from her loose white dress. She was sitting there in front of me with a blank stare. Soulless, like a doll, a haunted doll. Even I have a difficult time recognizing her. Is THAT how I look like? "Don't worry about that," one of the ladies comforts me. I have never seen her before, but she has a pair of lovely green gelatine-like eyes. So let's call her 'gelatine eyes lady' for now.

At Crystabel's home, herself and Anita were now in Anita's room as Anita was still trying her best to persuade Crystabel to come with her at Lady-T's party which was always known as the wet cunt party. It was Lady-T's birthday and she doesn't fail to celebrate it every year. Inviting different kinds of ladies. Those with little ass and little boobs, big boobs and big ass and those with little ass and big boobs. So many ladies were always present at her party and no man would want to leave the party so early without having a taste of those pussys.

This casket was not made from ordinary wood but something far more valuable and durable. It had a name written with what looked like ancient letters. “Who are you talking about Liam?” The person responsible for pulling open the blinds came to light, she was a majestic lady, to say the least. This woman felt like something that was personally molded by the gods to show what a woman at the top of the food chain should look like. The sun ray that did manage to touch her, scorched her hand, forcing her to move it out of the way immediately as her healing factor kicked in to revert her skin to normal but Liam was unaffected by the sunlight.

People called him the Untouchable king, because for the past twenty -five years no has been able to survive his touch. An ancient curse running through his blood, a curse which turns everyone into stone with just a touch. Forcing Kael Draven to rule his kingdom from behind black leather gloves, he lived with a crown and a curse with a lonely heart. Seraphina Vale never believed the terrifying stories until one careless accident changes everything. When she mistakenly grabs the king bare hands. The world holds its breath. But she didn’t turn to stone.

she quipped. Already frustrated, I tugged on my collar and removed my tie. Why was she asking so many questions? "She just returned to the country and her accommodation is not yet settled. She also injured her ankle so I brought her here to stay for a while." "Oh I see." Mom said dramatically. She turned and finally looked at Rachael. "She looks familiar. Young lady, What's your surname?" Rachael looked extremely nervous but she still answered " it's Adams Ma'am."

Dahlia stepped in smoothly, all silken grace and veiled threat, with another woman at her side. They lifted Luna Dora gently, like handlers steadying a prized puppet. "Don't be alarmed,"Mrs. Dahlia cooed, her voice dipped in honey and arsenic. "Madame Tarot keeps all secrets. Just tell our guests--was she accurate or not?" "A-accurate," Luna Dora stammered, her tone brittle as sugar glass. She nodded, mechanical, desperate to keep her composure even as her foundation cracked beneath her. Her eyes darted, searching for an exit that wasn't there.

and walked away - his stride confident, precise, like the world moved to accommodate him. The table exhaled. Charlotte was the first to break the silence. “If that man ever asks me to do yoga naked on a rooftop, I’m saying yes.” Sarah giggled, but I just sat there, my pulse tapping a rhythm against my skin. “He’s beautiful,” I said. “He’s untouchable,” Anora replied. “And not because he’s arrogant. He’s… particular.” “Like a tiger in a suit,” Charlotte added. I stared at the empty space he left behind and didn’t realize I was still smiling until Sarah reached out and gently squeezed my hand.

"I don't think she's a celebrity. If she is, I don't know her. She is a hottie though. No sign of a wedding ring, so I suspect she's just super shy. She's nervous as a cat. She wants a quiet room and oil. Full service with no exchange of body fluids. And no talking. You might as well undress when you first walk in. I get the feeling that she won't want any delay between the massage and the extra. You got an eighty-five-dollar tip. Any questions." "Is it okay if I run a little over?" "Shouldn't be a problem. Mom isn't here and she's your only client today." "Cool." "I'll come back and get you when she's on the table," Lan said, then left. 'This is kinda cool,' he thought. 'I could be fucking

I'm done with this. Outside for some air. Her phone rang again. She glanced down and froze. It was Lyla. She declined the call on instinct. A few seconds later, a voice message appeared, Lunar Victoria. Tutoria. Kim Lyla's soft, wounded voice. It really hurts that you hate me so much. There was a pause, followed by a low, chilling, little laugh. By the way, I found your little secret at Devil's Thumb Ranch. Wow. I had no idea you were so energetic for your age.