Untouchable Mc Novels & Stories

A guy on the stage started talking "The Phoenix that can burn you... Philip!" The lights turned red and purple, and ‘Streets’ by Doja Cat started to play... Mikhail did know what to expect but he wasn't ready. Then he came... Looking gorgeous, wearing an almost transparent silk button shirt, tight leather pants, and boots, all in black, with a sparkling pink eye shadow in his eyes, and his lips slightly red. All of this plus his red hair was driving Mikhail crazy. '... And of course he would start dancing so freaking gorgeous...' Mikhail thought.

Show me thumbnails of all cloud vid recordings from February 15 onwards. My request swoops into my vision like online poker cards. I skim through the old ones created by a guy named Chester Araullo a.k.a. Terra, the head of the Philippine launch of the My Dream Boyfriend app. It appears he gifted this robo-puppy to Katey at the end of February… I browse onwards to the more recent ones and then, on April 26, a new face is on the recordings. I mentally click Play. My imaginary, internal eyes widen again behind my frozen OLED anime puppy eyes. I meet Trinidad Blanca, vice-president and resident counselor of Camp Unplugged, an Internet addiction rehabilitation center.

"Who exactly are you calling useless?" Sadie smirked. "Who else? The two of you. One of you has no skills, no future, no education. The other is a mute. Having both of you in this family is humiliating." Michael kept his head down, lips tightly pressed together. He had long gotten used to Sadie's insults. He endured them in silence-like he always did. At that moment, Scarlett's voice cut in, sharp and cold. "Heh. You call everyone else useless, but you're the 'untouchable' one-so untouchable you hooked up with an SH Entertainment director and made sure everyone heard about it."

For a moment, she suspected the man in front of her was not a fitness coach at all, but a high-priced escort. The live comments exploded. CreatineAmbassador: [Damn that body!!! That muscle mass!!! That body fat percentage!!! Coach, I want to train with you!! Purely for fitness, I swear!!] CardioPhobia: [Adam, right? From today, you're my online husband. I could lie on that chest forever!] ProteinShakeMaster: [The show really went all out!!! This isn't a professional model or an escort?!]

Out here, I’m the one in charge. The song shifts, the bass line deepening, and I drop low, my palms brushing the floor before I push back up, rolling my hips to the beat. My thighs burn, but I don’t let it show. You can’t show strain. You can’t show anything that makes them think you’re not untouchable. Untouchable. That’s a joke. Under the makeup and sequins, I’m just a girl who once slept in her car for a week because rent was late. Who’s made mistakes. Who still doesn’t know how to stop making them.

She was loved, she was supported, she was… untouchable. Alexander stood close, ever the silent guardian, his hand brushing hers as they navigated the crowd. Every move deliberate, protective, quiet authority radiating from him. He had orchestrated everything: the arrests, the freezes, the public exposure. Nathaniel could only stew in his impotent fury, while Alexander ensured that Isla’s life would remain uninterrupted, a fortress around her happiness.

Charlotte, smooth and practiced with people, blended in effortlessly. After a few rounds, the game grew bolder. Sydney evaded each spin unscathed until the bottle landed on Tiffany. One of Bruce's friends grinned and asked, "What's your criteria in a partner?" The room immediately erupted into teasing whistles and laughter. They were all adults, so the implication was clear. Tiffany didn't hesitate. She laughed lightly and listed off casually, "Taller than six feet, works out at least 30 minutes a day, faithful—" "Alright, that's enough." Her words were cut off as the door to the private room swung open.

"Whoever Madame Tarot chooses doesn't get to say no." I frowned. This wasn't the script I'd been expecting. Wasn't The Real VIP the one under pressure? Why the sudden detour to Luna Dora? Across the room, The Real VIP stood frozen, one hand clenched so tight her knuckles had gone white. She looked seconds away from collapse--except now she was watching with stunned relief, like the executioner had misread the name on the list. Madame Tarot loomed over Luna Dora. Still no cards. No crystal ball. No props.

It will be interesting, but I doubt that it will be fun. Haakon greets me with a friendly smile. The pony that I tended too on my arrival is in a nearby paddock and trots over to the fence. I move to the wooden railing and stroke my hand along her neck. I will not cry. I will not allow myself to cry. I have been unwanted my entire life. This is no different. After giving myself a moment to come to terms with not being wanted, once again, I resume my daily chores. I remain busy for the rest of the day and again avoid both men. Ignoring the dragons is harder since I have a connection with one that both are using.

As their eyes met, Kate quickly averted her gaze, turning her head away. "Come on now, I'm just one person. What harm can I possibly do to you big bad wolves?" Celeste added with a touch of sarcasm. Kent snorted and nodded. In response, Kate stepped forward and proceeded to untie Celeste. With a mere touch and a flick of her wrists, the ropes effortlessly slipped off Celeste's hands. Celeste couldn't fathom what magical material was used. She brought her hands back to her chest, rubbing the lingering imprints left by the binding ropes.