Untouchable Lovers Novels & Stories

Even in school, Rachael had made sure to instigate everyone against me leaving me with no friends. I didn't attend university because I got married to Daniel after one year of graduating from highschool. I spent the last five years as an isolated housewife, not attending any occasion of any sort. "Is their really no one you can call. It doesn't have to be a close friend." The man from that night immediately flashed through my mind. What's his name again? Yes, Roland. That's his name. “There is someone,” I said, gripping her hand. “Roland. Go to my room. In one of my purses, there’s a card with his number.”

Me, Damon, the number one kingpin in Hell's Kitchen, fooled by a man who walked right under my nose. Love. I never allowed space for it in my heart. In my world, love makes you weak, and weakness gets you killed. But Liam... or should I say Daniel? He was different. In just eight months, he did something no one else could— he got me to feel something. Maybe it was his loyalty, his dedication, or just the way he always had my back. I don’t know. But my heart opened for him. I wanted to protect him, provide for him. I wanted to make him part of my empire. It was stupid, now that I think about it. But back then, it felt real. It felt like I had found someone I could trust, someone who would sta

--- THE LOVERS' NIGHT Arthur found her later on the hill, overlooking the charred sanctuary. “I can’t do this,” she whispered. “Yes, you can.” “I’m breaking.” He pulled her into his arms. “Then let me be your glue.” Under the open sky, the two shared their first night—not in lust, but in desperate love. A sacred consummation beneath the stars, with vows unspoken but deeply understood. Whatever was coming—they would face it as one. --- THE BEGINNING OF THE END In the secret chamber of the Council, the final scroll was unsealed.

“ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

The outside world ceases to exist as their hearts beat as one, their souls entangled in a dance of love and desire. Under the starlit sky, Dominic and Elizabeth discover a universe within each other. With every touch, every whispered word, they unravel the layers of their hearts, creating a bond that transcends time and space. Lora and Scarlet walk together, finally arriving at Lora's bedroom. Scarlet closes the door behind them, creating an atmosphere of secrecy and confidentiality. Lora's mind is consumed by her plan, her determination unwavering. "I can't let that maid marry Dominic," Lora declares, her voice dripping with urgency. "It's about the reputation of our family."

Gently but surely, Adrastos pressed his hips downwards, and the greater contact with her thighs made them start to pulse. And still, his fingers continued to hover a hair’s breadth from her cheeks. Still, his mouth maintained that tiny tantalizing gap above hers. “Come on, Electa mou, say something,” he encouraged. “Describe how these many lovers matched up to me… I can’t wait to hear all about it… It should be quite entraining…” Mutely, Electa shook her head. Adrastos sucked some air. “Were there any other lovers, Electa mou?” “You deserve there to have been thousands of other lovers!” Electa burst out, without knowing she was going to say it.

"Your touch was a spark that lighted the fireworks in my heart Your smile was a current that gave me an electric shock. Now when your touch can't be felt and your smile can't be seen I look upon the starts and whisper with a smile Andro and Saph were a love story never meant to be. But the end is still to be seen when the destiny can never be predicted or foreseen." ...........................

I move to drop the tray on the mini table when his hands close around my wrist, sending mini sparks flying across my body in response to the mate bond. "Wait," he says. "Actually — wait." The whole rooftop seems to lean in a fraction, the way crowds do when they smell a scene about to happen. "Elias—" "You know what," his voice climbs, eyes glinting with the particular cruelty that alcohol always dragged out of him, "I don't actually want that." He knocks the bowl clean out of my hands. It hit the floor with a crack loud enough to cut through the music — broth splashing across the marble, across my shoes, up the hem of the gray dress his mother had approved that very afternoon. A few people

Don't be late. Lillian watched him vanish, his presence hanging like a ghost in the poorly lighted room. She cracked something inside of her. not noisy. Not quite obvious. Just a little silent, breaking thing. "Poor girl," someone said in a whisper. a loveless marriage. Blackwood hardly even looks at her. Lillian stood at the altar, calm force gripping her bouquet. Damon, across from her, exuded measured grace. Perfect black tuxedo, hands held casually, his face devoid of feeling.

However, as I reached for him, I found that my hands went straight through his. "I think our time together has come to an end." Ivan murmured, giving a sad smile. "It seems that it just wasn’t your time yet." "No!" I couldn’t leave now! Ivan was still stuck here! "What about you?" "Don’t worry about me, my love." Ivan said, attempting to touch my cheek. "Neither heaven nor hell will keep me from you. And if they try to, I’ll destroy them both with my bare hands. "