Untouchable Mc Novels & Stories

with a small amount of money saved up over the years. She had barely taken a few steps out of the main gate when she was grazed by a motorcyclist. Because she was so surprised, Doris Tucker fell to her knees on the ground in pain, but no matter how much it hurt, there was no one to help her, so she had to get up on her own. “I have to get up on my own, no one will help me.” It seemed that everything was over, she stood up slightly to continue, but before she could take any steps, someone immediately threw an egg and ran away, her whole body hurt and dirty.

As soon as I open the door "OUCH! Did I bump myself on a wall?" I was surprised when I tried to touch the wall. "This isn't a wall" Quickly I opened my eyes, and it was the guy who was beside me in bed. And I'm, I'm touching his chest? Ehh! I quickly let go of my hand and ran out and just said "I'll be going first, bye!" And the guy just stood there scratching his head and I ran down quickly out of the guest room to find my best friend Melanie

"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.

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Her fingers brushed the stem, her mind elsewhere. Something about tonight felt… off. The waiter was new. The lights were slightly dimmer than usual. And Maxwell was smiling too much, like a man with a secret. Still, she didn’t flinch. She’d learned long ago that showing unease was weakness. And she’d spent nine years perfecting the art of being unreadable. “Tell me, Mr. Gluten,” she said softly. “What’s your real reason for wanting this partnership?” Maxwell hesitated only a moment. “Let’s just say I admire your independence. Your name carries a certain… weight.”

He is the mafia king, the man who is untouchable. Oh shit!

It was like the scratch on my thigh didn't exist because it didn't involve his immediate curiosity. Suddenly, I wondered if Cade's curse was actually in effect and if this was how it showed itself. It was just that unlike Ronan, who was prone to violent outbursts and bloodlust, Cade seemed inclined towards driving people mad by simply not caring if the world got destroyed around him. He was cold, detached, and utterly self-absorbed. I felt it had to be it, because no normal person could watch their companion bleed and immediately start demanding information about a missing book.

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Mystical Chubby said, nonchalantly munching on a slice of cake. "Better crawl over here and say you're sorry if you want to keep breathing." Nance and Yancy exchanged shocked glances at Mystical Chubby. They could not believe that this chubby guy they had looked down on had the strength to send someone flying with just a kick! The noise attracted a crowd. "Isn't that Montez from the Armando Group? Who gave him a thrashing?" "Really? I heard his uncle's a big deal in Mendorra. Is that true?"

Luna’s POV The smell of turpentine clung to my skin like guilt I couldn’t wash off. It was 3:17 a.m., and I stood barefoot in my studio, wearing nothing but an oversized, paint-streaked shirt and a pair of underwear I couldn’t remember putting on. My fingers trembled from too much coffee and too little food, hovering just above the last blank canvas. My bank account was a joke. I hadn’t paid my rent. I’d been living off wine, cigarettes, and instant ramen.The final piece for tonight’s show. My chest tightened. I still hadn’t touched it.