Untouchable Mc Novels & Stories

He asked, giving me his all attention. I notice his features more now. He has nice black hair which has a nice volume. His eyes were deep black which were looking at me. His dimple gives a cute charming smile. He had a lean body. He doesn't have too many muscles but he still looks like a strong guy. His height towering over me but Uncle Hunter is taller than him. Wait, what? Why the fuck I am thinking about Uncle Hunter now? Oh God, he is ruining me. "Where are you lost?" He snapped his fingers in front of me and I came out of my la la land.

This ins't about getting paid, it's about respect. Stepping into her space, I lower my face and glower at her. I know she's chomping at the bit to get Tate in the most dangerous, profitable fight there is. The Underground. The CEO of The MFC has an underground ring, a secret society if you will. Only certain people know about it, and they're those of extreme wealth. Mafia, congress, celebrities. The fights aren't like the ones on TV, they have no rules inside the ring, and are often set on an unfair advantages. They place bets on who they think will win, and if it's not entertaining enough they up the stakes and things gets bloody. Thomas knows about it, so I'm sure he's told Debs about it.

Petal's Pov "Don't touch her until I say so!." Mr Ryker snapped, his eyes turning pitch black as he used his alpha tone to impose obedience on Zara. More reason I hate him, always acting feisty. "Untie her!." Mr Ryker ordered as his eye color snapped back to normal. "Excuse me? Am I still alive? Am I invincible here?. I said, I love this place and would love to spend more time here, I mean....completing my punishment." I stated wide eyed.

he replied. I laughed softly. “You still think silence is safer.” “I know it is,” he said. The bond stirred, uneasy. “You won’t explain,” I said. “You won’t claim. You won’t deny.” “No.” “Then what am I to them?” I asked. He held my gaze. “Untouchable.” A chill ran through me. “That won’t stop them,” I said. “It will,” he replied. “Because anyone who touches you answers to me.” There it was cold protection.No comfort. No acknowledgment. Just power drawn like a blade around me.

ABILITIES: -Firebolt(250 MANA) -Trigonal Flames(500 MANA) -Fire minions(depending on number of minions(100 MANA for every summon per minute )) -Beast Taming Mastery(low level beasts) -Flirting(doesn't work on males) . Max had still not got used to the details of the stats, as it always contained weird infos like this alongwith some handy ones, though this is the first time to see this weird ability (although of no use), getting serious, the ??? On this bondage ability disturbs him and also the fact that the snake seemed to be lying dormant and the man was chanting a long spell without worrying about getting attacked as if... ARCANE SHIELD, Quick!. Just as Lucifer was going to kill the evil m

The disinfectant burned sharply against the raw skin, but I didn’t even breathe through my teeth. Physical discomfort was meaningless noise. I wrapped the wound neatly and moved to my desk. The laptop screen flared to life in the underground gloom, running a secure, untraceable network. I typed the name. Matt Davis. His picture loaded instantly. Sharp features, a hint of silver at his temples, and that practiced, reassuring smile. The kind of man people inherently trust. CEO of the Davis Empire. Construction, tech, energy—his reach covered the whole city.

She opened it slowly and ripped it open. Inside one card, matte black, and thick. Midway, in neat handwriting: 'You look better when you're mine.' Underneath it Dante Navarro. Her knees buckled. "Jesus Christ," she breathed as she looked at the card. The phone vibrated again. This time, a message. Unknown: Did you receive my gift, counselor? She laid the phone down on the table, as if it was too hot to handle.

“Go wild.” I catch it, grin sharp enough to cut glass, and saunter back to the room. Game on, Bunny Boy. Slipping off the shirt, I put on the cut. I kneel on the bed, both phones propped like twin sentinels, one streaming live, the other recording for him. I hit Go Live. The screen floods with names, tips, thirsty questions. BigDaddy69: where’s bunny boy?? DarkHorseX: single?? thought u had a man 😈

In the rearview mirror, the gates of the Blood Moon Pack vanished, and for the first time in eight years, a wave of genuine relief washed over me. I pulled out my phone and fired off a text to Victoria. I assume you got my little surprise. Remember our deal: the $5 million needs to be in my account by noon tomorrow. Otherwise, I'll have no problem telling everyone how the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack played dirty with her human daughter-in-law. My phone buzzed almost instantly. Her reply was fast. You bitch! A grim smile touched my lips. Are things getting a little too hot for you? I texted back.

No one can break his heart right now, he made it even stronger. Brian, the sweetest member of all. I still can remember, when I saw him silently crying in the bathroom. I approached him and asked him what was his problem. He said, he's afraid to take a risk, he's afraid of what he can give to us and to the people who supported him, he's afraid of being not good enough. I told him, you didn't come here for nothing. I know and I believe he can. He maybe the only short member of the M7, but he has a big heart who will captures every human's feeling.