Untouchable Series Novels & Stories

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."

“Let our to-be couples entertain us!” Elliot immediately declined. “That's not necessary, Uncle. Serena is getting tired. We'll be leaving shortly.” “Yes, that's means you'll have to entertain us first!” Uncle Zeke giggled. “C’mon, get over here!” “Uncle Zeke—” Elliot was about to object when Uncle Zeke grabbed my wrist, yanking me from Elliot's grip. The effect sent ripples across my abdomen, making me wince in pain while grabbing my belly.

"Penelope has never needed a single motive when two would cause more damage simultaneously. Hurting Hazel and destabilizing our alliance serve her purposes equally well." I looked around at everyone gathered on that empty stage, the theater's high windows finally letting in enough gray morning light to soften the shadows that had felt so threatening only hours before. Julian's steady presence beside me, Ivy still trembling from the truth we had just uncovered together, her tears finally slowing into something quieter and more resolved, Desmond and Eleanor standing guard like the family I had chosen even when blood had failed to explain itself honestly across all these years of careful, painf

Leath moved the phone away from her and called Piper. "Piper, what is he talking about?" Piper gave her a tablet and her eyes widened when she saw a website that some students made with the sole purpose of exclusive gossip, Weekly Goods, they called it. It was a picture of her and Professor Moreau by the pool, the photographer was skillful enough to bring out a different meaning to the picture when they were just merely talking. "Father, this is not what you think. That professor's up to something—" her father's cold tone cut her sentence off.

"I forgot I recorded this. Look at these two girls I ran into at a restaurant near the university a few nights ago. Absolute knockouts. A bunch of street punks cornered them in the alley, and I had to play the knight in shining armor to get them loose. I never even got their names." An ugly knot of irritation tightened in my gut. I grabbed his wrist, shoving the screen away. "Put it away, Dave. I'm married. I don't care about your bar stories." "Come on, bro, I'm just showing you the footage!" "Back off," I muttered, but as my eyes darted back to the screen, a specific, sharp voice cut through the background noise of the video. The girl on screen was backing away from a group of men, her chi

“I haven’t gone on any trip this year. I and Elora’s Dad have been buried in work, trying to save the company, you know?” “Ohh, is that so…?” Zane asked, turning to me. I could feel his burning gaze, but I ignored it and shoved some food into my mouth. Just then, I received a phone call from someone who swore to call me only with a burner phone. Shit. It was one of Zane’s step-siblings. Ryan Wesley. His name has shown on the screen, and I could only wish Zane did not see it too. He forbade me from ever communicating with his step-siblings after cutting ties with them six years ago due to his accident.

A sense of respect in their eyes, business tycoons, politicians, and powerful people hung on her every word. Damon's jaw clenched. Her capacity to simultaneously make others feel little and significant had caused him to witness it all before. But now, it was unique. He had no question she was untouchable. He wasn't only observing her achievement; he was experiencing it. And dang it, it hurt. Mr. Blackwood, you look preoccupied. Jaxon's voice pierced his musings. Though the words hardly registered, Damon turned to face his old friend. He was still looking at Lillian.

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.

He thought he was having fun but the real fun will be on it way soon after i'm done with him. Lucas Motilfaco, the untouchable billionaire and heir to the Motilfaco empire. The one claimed to be emotionally unavailable. How sweet would it be for the world to know about this steamy moments. Can't wait to betray the shit out of him. I knew he would fall for my tricks the moment i first heard of him as the untouchable one . Untouchable my ass, now guess who is screaming my name on top of his voice? As I have sworn to myself , I will destroy all the heir and sons from the YBA billionaire circle including their fathers if possible.

Not the ones Reeves had been reporting to his partners. Reeves looked at the screen shocked, he thought I wouldn’t find out. How stupid he could be right now. Then he turned to me. "You've had a very good quarter," I said. "Exceptional, actually. Which means the money exists. Which means this conversation has been unnecessary for about two months." I leaned forward slightly. "So let's talk about what's actually happening here. Because I don't think this is about money, I think this is about you believing that the people you've been having dinner with lately make you untouchable." I tilted my head. "Do they?"