Untouchable Serie Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Would I rather move to the devil and trust him, or throw myself into the hands of netizens? I didn't have a choice. I already fucked the devil, trusting him for today shouldn't be too much. ….. The TV fell to the ground, its glass shattering to pieces. Finn was outraged. Serena's pregnancy was all over the news and the internet. How could it be? It hasn't been a month since Elliot met that girl, Finn thought, as he continued to upturn the furniture in the room. “Finn, you need to stop!” Karen pleaded for the umpteenth time that morning. The whole sitting room was in disarray.

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.

No, I was waiting to see just how far he’d push this. Would he really forget me completely? … One hour. Two. God knows how many more. Then another ping lit up my screen. Another feed. It was a video this time—shot from a low, sneaky angle like it wasn’t meant to be posted. Mireille and Elias sat at a vineyard table, wine glasses in hand. Mireille’s voice soft and uncertain. “Should we call Sera now? Maybe just check in to see how she’s doing?” Elias shrugged lazily, sipping his wine, “It’s better if we don’t call her right now. It would blow up the whole story if the police knew we were involved.”