Untouchable Lady Novels & Stories

Others swore they’d seen her once, only once, and never again. But all agreed on one thing: she was untouchable. Unreal. A ghost of the stage. And now… somehow… she was here. Esther. “Look—her face!” “What about it?!” “The rose! It’s gone!” ***

My makeup was smeared, and my phone was shaky in my hand as though it knew that it had done something wrong. Grayson was having sex with her in a bed which was not mine with my lawyer . It is the same woman who said I was courageous to walk away. The same woman who held my hand and told me “You deserve peace, Ava.”The woman whom I believed would be my ugliest end to life. They were smiling in the photo. Not that sort of smile folks show when they are tipsy. The nice clothes which they put on after they have won. She had on the silver necklace that I bought her as a gift on her birthday.

Someone taps on her desk snapping her out her thoughts The lady smiles and waves , she was about her age or younger and damn her beauty was top notch. " Hi newbie, I'm crystal lane nice to meet you " she said extending her hand for a handshake Scarlett smiles and shakes it , at least someone is willing to be her friend unlike the rest that was throwing occasional glances at her " Scarlett blackwood ,nice to meet you too " she said Crystal smiles and leans closer , this lady seems nice and she likes her already " I thought I will be the young staff forever but here you are "

Her slim waist and alluring figure were on full display in front of Darryl. At that time, Darryl could see clearly that in between the lady's brows was a light blue water mark that looked spiritual! ‘Isn’t this Illusion Virtual World a place where people of Taoism cultivate? Why would a lady be here? Is she a fairy?’ he thought. Still in shock, Darryl could not help but swallow his saliva as he looked at her without blinking. Right at that moment, the beautiful lady noticed Darryl. Her body trembled as she ran onshore in a panic to cover herself with her clothes quickly. “You…You. Who are

The club was full tonight, the music was low, heavy and the bass vibrated through the floors. A lady approached me a few minutes later. She was tall, dark-haired, beautiful in the way that usually caught my attention, her name was Chloe. I know because she was among the few ladies that were allowed into VIP and she’d being my sub once. She slid onto the stool beside me, her dress clinging to every curve. “You look like you had a difficult day,” she purred, leaning in close enough that her perfume wrapped around me. "I always look like that," I said.

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.

when James talked to her teachers, and the word fit us like the dress I made called Freedom, like it was always meant to be there even when we didn’t have the name for it yet, and every time she said it my chest got lighter because family isn’t blood, family is who stays when you’re hard to love. The “Untouchable” collection dropped and women sent videos of themselves wearing it to job interviews and court dates and first dates after divorce and saying “I feel like I can’t be broken in this,” and I watched every single one because that’s the payment I wanted, not money, not fame, but proof that my scars could become someone else’s shield.

“She made her own mess. And now she can’t stomach the consequences.” I stood straighter. “Some of us have to live with our choices, Elliot. We deal. We move forward. We don’t break down in public just to get a man’s pity.” “I never thought you’d be this cold,” he snapped. “Even if you don’t see Lila as your friend anymore, she’s still a poor woman. Can’t you show a little concern? Like a human being?” My laugh was quiet and cruel. “Oh, Elliot. You don’t want a human being. You want a doormat.”

The only question is how I’ll keep him from turning into poison down the road. Oh, the feeling… “The styles in this album do not suit me. I want a custom design made for my maternity photos.” My steps halted on the last stair when I heard that voice. My eyes fell on the woman currently standing at the door of the VVIP room. Her voice boomed, unlike when she was at home. She is the woman who is so precious to Charles right now, Eva. Oh God, what else does that woman want to do? She couldn’t possibly be here by coincidence, could she?

They'd meet back at the parking lot, and aside, he gave her his card. “You're the only one I need. Muah!” Pearl kissed the black card hard, then grinned. She was going to head over to the clothing stores later. ★ ★ Tessa was thankful she wasn't the sole one who seemed irritated by the presence of the brown-haired lady seated in the wheelchair. Currently, six ladies, dressed so elegantly in ballet outfits, could be seen in a flawlessly beautiful….room. The transparency of the walls bestowed it with a more stunning appearance, and even the barres that seemingly were made of glass felt just like wooden ones.