Untouchable Lady Novels & Stories

One of the ladies in the restroom made to leave but she quickly stopped her. " Wait please", she pleaded and after gaining her attention she said, "Please I ruined my make-up, can you help me", " Sure", the lady replied smiling and admiring her dress After they were done, the lady left before her. She came back to see Victor getting humiliated and after what Christian said, the DJ decided to change the atmosphere of the room by playing some music and the music that happened to play first was Unstoppable by Sia.

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.

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.

"No one’s going to bite." Ana inhaled deeply and stepped forward, she could see past clusters of men in tailored suits, their gazes lingering as she walked by. She kept her chin up, reminding herself she was in control. And then she saw him. Throne Lancaster. A man who commanded the entire room without uttering a single word. A very wealthy man, everyone knew who he was, Throne Lancaster. She had only seen him on T.V shows, in different interviews on his company. Even she knew his name. CEO of Majesties, a billion-dollar luxury brand specializing in high-end footwear. Ruthless in business. Cold, calculating, and dangerously attractive.