Untouchable Lady Novels & Stories

Eligible bachelor, according to the glossy magazines Henry had stacked on my desk a few weeks ago. And me? I was a nobody. Just Lily Carter. A ski instructor turned accidental assistant. A woman who had let him into her apartment for hot chocolate, who had almost kissed him before he pulled away.And now ,this. A blog headline tying me, however vaguely, to the most untouchable man in New York.Panic swirled low in my chest, curling with something else I didn’t want to name.

The woman standing before him was not the same one who once shadowed his footsteps, who once ached for scraps of his affection. No, this woman was untouchable. Still, his hand reached for hers, his body moving closer, his voice low enough for only her ears. “You shouldn’t give away smiles that belong to me.” Isla’s lips parted, that soft laugh escaping again, though colder this time. “You mistake me, Lucian. My smiles belong to no one.” And with that, she turned back and smiled at Alexandre Beaumont, as if Lucian Blackwell, storm and shadow, was nothing but another guest in the glittering room.

"My name's Philip, P.H.I.L.I.P, can you call me that?" "Geez, okay, Philip, can I talk now?" He arched an eyebrow and the younger sighed nodding. "So, I have a doubt" "Go ahead, I have to go home" He said impatiently. "You're a stripper, right? The goddamn know stripper Philip, the one who works at the most famous nightclub and the boy everyone wants to fuck with... Hm, who's virgin, how ironic" Mikhail Winters said with sarcasm dripping from his mouth "Philip James, the untainted stripper, right?"

With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention. Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads. “Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.” “Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?” One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.

Meanwhile, with Alex and Evelyn, they both stood in front of an opulent looking woman, probably in her late 40’s— Evelyn could tell because her whole body screams luxury. “Mrs. Triumph, this is my fiancée, Evelyn Martins, daughter of Aaron Martins, now the CEO of Martins Company,” Alex said, introducing Evelyn to the woman. Evelyn’s gaze swept the room, taking in the woman’s elegant attire. She knew she’d heard the name somewhere but couldn’t quite place a finger on it. And the young lady standing right beside her, who looked to be around her age, Evelyn saw the look on the girl’s face — intense and hostile. But choose to ignore it, her eyes meeting Mrs. Triumph with a polite smile.

Jasmin has a petite body built, not so slim nor chubby, as ample amount of flesh in her body which made it looks perfect and curvy. Inside the bedroom of Lady Butler on the main floor of the mansion, not aware of what was happening outside her room, she continued undressing. She was slightly facing the door which gave the Man at the door a good view of her. She reached back to unhooked her bra, then came off exposing her two lovely firmed breasts bouncing and proudly protruding into the wide amazed peeping tom's eyes at the door.

he said with irritation, pacing the room while the lady in the towel stood in a corner, not daring to move. “I thought… well, I thought Oscar filled you in,” the lady said, her voice shaking slightly. “This is not a good place for you. You'd better go back,” Chance remarked as he finally found his phone and turned on the flashlight. The lady had pure blonde hair and long, slender legs, but Chance didn't spare her a second glance. “We are not strangers, you know… and this isn't the first time you've seen me naked, Chance,” the lady said, her voice growing bolder with a certain rich command to it. Chance stopped what he was doing and stared at her.

A lady walked over with a tray. She dropped three glassed each one in front of them. Zack, Vincent and Orion. “ I came as soon as I heard you greeted us with your present.” The lady said with a grin. Her gaze was on Orion but she was standing beside Vincent. She wasn't a girl like me nor was she older. She seemed to be in her thirties. Beautiful. Polite and somehow seemed unpredictable. She has tattoos on her arm. The short sleeve of her black shirt did t do justice in hiding them.

​I lowered my eyes slightly, focusing on keeping my steps steady, when a familiar, ringing laugh cut through the chatter near the grand staircase. ​"Well, well... this is an entirely unexpected sight." ​ ​I lifted my gaze. ​Standing near the base of the central marble staircase was Lady Tanya. ​She looked utterly, blindingly breathtaking. She was wrapped in a sweeping, custom-tailored gown of pristine white velvet, intricately embroidered with brilliant emerald stones that caught the morning sun like liquid fire. Her posture was flawless, her radiant beauty unquestionable—she looked every single inch the perfect, ideal future High Luna that the Twelve Kingdoms believed her to be.

Instead, she went on to say: “And then there’s his mother, Mrs. Lorraine West.” We locked eyes. “Do you even know the kind of woman she is?” Who doesn't know the kind of woman Mrs. Lorraine West was? She's always on the news for the right reasons. If she wasn't bagging deals for WestCorp’s, she was praising her son. That woman was what you call untouchable. Grace and grit woven into one, the kind of person people in high places bowed to, not because they had to, but because it was safer that way.