Novel & Cerita Untouchable

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.

"Are you always this uptight, or is it just when you're dealing with unannounced guests?" Jonathan, not one to back down, took a deep breath and replied, "I have a duty to maintain the security and privacy of this office, and that sometimes requires a degree of caution." Nysaa's response was a mocking laugh. "Right, right, Mr. Uptight. Why don't you go ahead and tell Mace that I'm here? I'm sure he's just dying to see me." After a momentary pause, Jonathan offered,

“Someone will find me. You won’t get away with this.” Both their heads snapped to me, and then they laughed more, the sound cruel and sharp. “Aww, she speaks!” the guy by the door snorted. “Gold digger thinks she’s dangerous,” the smoker said. “How cute.” He said in a mocking high-pitched voice, wobbling his head side to side. “Ooh, I’m dating a celebrity. I’m untouchable.” My fists clenched. One of them walked up to me and squatted down near me, his eyes narrowed. “Let me guess, you thought because you and him went viral once on I*******m, you were untouchable now?”

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’s interesting, I mean it. She’s off-limits. The three dots appeared, then disappeared. Lucas threw his phone across the room. He stared at the ornate ceiling and dozed off.

“Let them watch. Let them talk.” His hand came to rest lightly at her waist, but there was nothing gentle about it. “They’ll leave reminded of exactly who you are.” Elena tilted her head, meeting his gaze. “And who is that?” His thumb brushed just above the edge of her stomach, where the secret was no longer just hers. “My wife,” he said quietly. “The mother of my child. Untouchable.” Elena held his gaze a second longer than necessary. Then she stepped back. “Untouchable people don’t need to convince anyone of it.”

"The second was lust, and the third was gluttony. However, I can not tell you what the others are. " "What the hell?" I grumbled. "Why is that?" "I must not interfere before they happen." The being explained "Otherwise it may interfere with your advancing to the next gate." "Fucking great." "The next trial is about to begin." The being noted as dizziness began to overcome me. "What the hell?"

People called him the Untouchable king, because for the past twenty -five years no has been able to survive his touch. An ancient curse running through his blood, a curse which turns everyone into stone with just a touch. Forcing Kael Draven to rule his kingdom from behind black leather gloves, he lived with a crown and a curse with a lonely heart. Seraphina Vale never believed the terrifying stories until one careless accident changes everything. When she mistakenly grabs the king bare hands. The world holds its breath. But she didn’t turn to stone.

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.”

And I had learned to be patient. This was a hunt of patience. Observation. Exposure. Every move we made would be deliberate. Every countermeasure calculated. Nathaniel may have believed he was untouchable because he could manipulate systems and people, but every system has a flaw, and every person a weakness. All it took was time and precision.