Untouchable Lady Novels & Stories

“How do you know I haven’t made something of myself since then?” Sandra laughed. “You? Please. Let’s show them who you really are.” She turned dramatically to the audience. “You’ve all heard of Sundar, the hidden Weaver behind the Devotion lattice. Well—” she pressed a hand to her chest “—I’m Sundar.” Gasps rippled across the hall. Reporters surged forward, their crystals blinking as they recorded every word. “What? The Luna is Sundar?” “Alpha, is this true?” “No wonder Vane Hall’s wards have been unmatched lately!”

Plenty of "pure schoolgirl" types had shown up to the gathering tonight, but next to Sydney, they all faded into the background. She wore a simple dark-green dress. Nothing flashy, not among the elite daughters in attendance. Still, her figure and that face drew attention without effort. Victor licked his lips. "With a waist and hips like that, I bet it'd feel incredible to touch." "Go ahead, try it." Sydney leaned casually against the wall with a faint smile. "Then guess which hand Julian will cut off when he finds out. Left or right?"

“Please don’t blame Vance. He hasn’t slept properly for days because he was preparing your birthday surprise tonight.” Catherine wiped at her tears and continued in a small, broken voice. “Vance is difficult to read sometimes, but he’s actually very simple once you understand him. He responds to softness, not pressure. He hates it when people touch what belongs to him, especially things he likes—” She stopped, as if realising the wording might be inappropriate, then corrected herself with a fragile smile.

Still loving me. I look away for a moment, my jaw tightening as guilt claws through me again. Before I could spiral too deeply into it, movement on one of the giant hill jumps catches my attention. A spotlight illuminates the top of the dirt mound as a young woman steps onto the platform holding a microphone. The announcer’s voice booms through the stadium. “Everybody give it up for Sofia Camara!”

“You walk out there not as a girl. You walk out there as something untouchable.” Untouchable. The word was a cruel joke. I was about to be touched more than ever. Still, I obeyed. I lifted my chin. The chain pressed into my throat, the weight of it reminding me who I was now. The curtain drew back. Light poured in, gold and merciless. I blinked, staggered a half step forward, and suddenly I was exposed.

I feel like I'm imposing "You glisten so prettily Lilly it's a shame really," pencil skirt says rubbing Lily's knee "Wha-" The girl in the pencil skirt places the tip of her heel on the naked girl's clit making the girl whimper. I gasp as I watch the naked girl rubbing herself shamelessly on the heel "Stop," the lady says and Lilly whimpers as if she's in pain. She halts to a stop and watches the lady as if she's everything to her

Upon a closer look, the lady with the low ponytail couldn’t help but gasp and become silent right away… That was because it really looked like Xyla didn’t have any makeup on… Indeed, she didn’t. After checking out the mystical crane for a while, Xyla and Ron started walking toward a cabbage sculpture far away. After watching Xyla leave, the lady with long hair immediately rolled her eyes at the lady with the low ponytail. “Are you embarrassed now? She really doesn’t have makeup on…” The lady with the low ponytail coughed awkwardly. “I didn’t think… She really doesn’t have makeup on. Even so, she still looks very pretty. Isn’t that a little unfair?”

Untouchable. Judith had never believed in ghosts until Annie McBrown came back from the dead as Annie Yin. That evening, back in her walk-in closet, Judith sat on the plush velvet stool in front of her vanity, eyes locked on her reflection. The soft lighting from the crystal sconces cast a warm glow over the marble counters and mirrored walls, but it didn’t touch her. She had taken off her makeup, scrubbed away every layer of concealer, foundation, and highlighter, yet she hadn’t moved since. Her skin was bare, almost pallid in the low light. Her scarf—silk, white, embroidered with tiny golden leaves—still clung to her neck like a noose.

Instead, the sight before me made me freeze instantly. The blinds were drawn, making the massive room dim and shadowed. The only bright light came from the massive flat-screen monitor mounted on the wall. And on that monitor, a highly explicit video was playing. A gorgeous woman was on her knees, screaming in pure, unadulterated pleasure while three massive men took turns thrusting into her body. The sultry sounds of skin slapping against skin and breathless moans filled the quiet office air.

She couldn't find evidence that it was true, either. That was the problem with Enzo Vitale, had always been the problem with Enzo Vitale — he operated in the space between what could be true and what couldn't be proven false, and he was precise enough to stay there without ever giving her the footing she needed to push back. "Should I let him know you received them?" Mara asked, still standing near the door. "No," Jayda said. "Thank you, Mara." The door clicked shut.