Untouchable Serie Novels & Stories

Serves you right, girl. The man wiped his lips using his thumb and smiled at me. He was wearing a white dress shirt that was now wrinkled, and a few buttons were opened revealing his chiseled chest. His lips were red from the smooching. His hair was all messed up, but he still looked hella fine. He looked flirtatious too. Maybe even worse than Rico here. His dark eyes bore towards me, “Hi there, miss. My name is Zero. May I know yours?” He extended his hand, and now I just noticed that he had tattoos on his fingers up to his arms. The man knows he’s sexy, and that’s dangerous.

Finally ready to surface. “Take him to Fenton. He won’t let you down.” “What about Marcus? He fucked up too.” “What about me!” shouts a familiar voice. The lift opens to reveal a naked, glistening, idiotic Beta. His blonde hair and beard are practically feral. He’s lost weight, his muscles standing rigid, taut along his powerful frame. “Stop looking at my cock and tell me what the fucks going on! Why did Lucas nearly punch me? Why have you turned your link off!”

“We shall wrestle for it. The winner will lead the fight against the elf. The loser will bend his knee and follow orders. Agreed?” “No, not agreed.” I was tired of having to deal with so many pointless distractions, and Jenny being pissed off was trying my patience. “What did she mean by ‘untouchable’, do you think?” I asked, hoping to move past the awkwardness. “I don’t know,” said Jenny. “Maybe it means you’re dead inside and can’t have honest feelings for other people unless it involves sex with a dwarf.” Kind of specific. Untouchable certainly didn’t refer to my emotions. I might not have been the most emotional person, but I still had the full gamut. Happy, angry, sad. That’s all of the

“How do you know I haven’t made something of myself since then?” Sandra laughed. “You? Please. Let’s show them who you really are.” She turned dramatically to the audience. “You’ve all heard of Sundar, the hidden Weaver behind the Devotion lattice. Well—” she pressed a hand to her chest “—I’m Sundar.” Gasps rippled across the hall. Reporters surged forward, their crystals blinking as they recorded every word. “What? The Luna is Sundar?” “Alpha, is this true?” “No wonder Vane Hall’s wards have been unmatched lately!”

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.

At the screen, now dark, having timed out while I read. "You knew who I was before I came over that wall," I said. "I knew who Ghost was," he said. "Which is not the same thing." I looked at him. "Ghost is documented," he said. "Extensively. Nine years of documented activity leaves a recoverable pattern regardless of how careful the operator." He paused. "Chris Lee is considerably less documented." "Chris Lee is a construct," I said. "Parts of him are," Matt said. "Not all."

Don't get me wrong, Daniel always sends money monthly for my upkeep but all throughout the five years we have been married, he had never gotten me a gift, not even a bracelet. “Hey, why are you crying?” Roland asked quickly, looking alarmed. “If you don’t like it, I can get the old one repaired. It’ll just take some time.” “What? No, I love it,” I said, wiping my tears. “Don’t mind me. I’m just being silly.” A sharp burning sensation shot through my face when I touched it. Confused, I quickly opened the phone’s camera and gasped at my reflection. My face was covered in bruises and bandages, there were red and purple blotches everywhere. A horrified sound escaped my lips.

“I recently discovered more about who I am…I need to share everything with you. Please, Zara. Give me the chance.” My vision went blurry with fresh tears. Why was he doing this to me? He had his chance many times to tell me he was a Wesley, but he chose to hide it from me. Why was he saying these now? How could he betray me like Zane did? He knew my pain, yet chose to exploit it for his own interest. I would never forgive him. I let the screen dim, leaving his remaining messages unread. But then, another notification brought the screen back to life. It wasn’t Leo this time, but Mrs Shane.

The space between us disappeared without me noticing when it happened. Or maybe—I did notice and didn’t stop it. “You’ve been controlled,” he continued. “Calculated. Untouchable.” His gaze moved slowly, “But not unaffected.” My breath caught slightly. Just enough for him to notice. “Brian—” I started. But I didn’t finish because his hand lifted. His fingers brushed lightly against my jaw, tilting my face just enough to hold my gaze where he wanted it. His touch was controlled but it burned. “You’re reacting,” he said quietly.

Mikhail rolled his eyes sitting next to him. "Today is the second lesson, can you figure out what it will be?" "Not even a clue" "Handjob and Blowjob" Without hesitation, the older simply said. Philip choked with air "W-What?" He whispered. "Have you ever touched yourself this way, Philip?" "No, Aidan once told me that it's good but I never tried it" He said in a whisper. 'How is it possible? He hasn't even touched himself before' Mikhail thought, feeling curious about the innocence of the younger boy in front of him.