Untouchable Serie Novels & Stories

Maybe I should start looking for a better job. I took a sigh to calm down my negative thoughts and was about to serve myself a little more of the spaghetti but Uncle Hunter and I ended up touching the serving spoon together so I quickly retrieved my hand. Even his slight touch evokes something inside me that I can't pinpoint but from now onwards, I will stay away as much as possible from him. I started fiddling with my spoon when he served me more spaghetti which I didn't expect ever. I looked at him with my mouth open slightly but he just gave me another long stare while eating his food.

I'm smiling. Hector looked at me and waited for my name to be said. “ Hanalia Faye Beltran Evan's” is my second untouchable handcuff. FIN

It is a guy and he has a mic on his shirt. “I have, but it is still not enough, sadly,” Spencer answers the host. “So tell me, how did you get the rare opportunity to be able to work with this man although you did not see him?” The host fires another question at Spencer and he smiles, showing that he is prepared to answer it. As I anticipate his answer, the TV goes blank and when I turn toward Henry, I realize that he is the one that turned the TV off. “Why did you do that for?” I ask him and he scoffs.

With trembling fingers, I reached out and took the prototype from Sebastian. I unbuttoned my jeans, pushing the denim down my hips along with my cotton panties, exposing my bare, wet slit to the cool air of the living room. All three brothers stood around the sofa like dark statues, their heavy gazes locked onto my exposed lap. I brought the humming tip of the device to my hyper-sensitive clit. The moment the high-frequency vibrations touched my skin, a loud, embarrassing gasp tore out of my throat. My hips instinctively arched off the cushions.

He looks back at his brothers. “Boys,” he says. “I think we’ve got ourselves another Untouchable.” The brothers laugh amongst themselves. I look at all of them with an indescribable level of disgust. “The fuck is an untouchable?” I scowl. “The lowliest of the school population,” Beau says. “Anyone who’s anyone will refuse to talk to you. Also, you get to live in the basement.” His lips stretch into a menacing smile. “Hope you enjoy the cold.”

Liam Blackwood, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire who had tried to interfere with his family, manipulate Isla’s business, even corner Isla was tied to him by blood. “And there’s more,” Kian continued, swallowing hard. “Claire kept him hidden. Liam was sent away. He was raised by someone else, possibly to protect him or maybe to hide Claire’s scandal. That’s why he’s untouchable now; he has connections, wealth, and motives we didn’t understand. He’s been operating in the shadows, but he’s also your family. And he probably knows it , which is why he’s escalating because he maybe thinks that you got everything. His parents love to name while he was left alone.”

I let a slow smile curl across my lips, “Tell me something, Antonio, do you always get this tense when a girl flirts with you, or is it just me?” He stayed maddeningly still, at first, his grip on the wrench tightened. Finally, he said, “I’m not used to girls like you.” I feigned innocence, eyes wide. “Like me? You’ll have to be more specific. Do you mean reckless, trapped, powerless, or devastatingly beautiful?” His gaze flicked to mine, “Untouchable.” That stopped me for a second. I stepped closer, leaned against the hood right beside him, then I took his hand slick with grease and guided it gently over the curve of my bare thigh.

"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.

Only the tobacco warmth of his skin after a shower, close enough to surround her completely. “You were beautiful on television today,” he said. His lips brushed the sensitive skin near her ear as he spoke, whether by accident or design Rebecca could not tell. His breath was hot, and the quiet intimacy of it made her fingers tighten against the sheet. “But I don’t like that man touching you.” His hand moved slowly along her waist, deliberate enough to make every inch of contact impossible to ignore. “I don’t like the way Liam looks at my wife.” As he said it, Vance turned her toward him.

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.