Untouchable Summary Novels & Stories

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.

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Absolutely riveting. He grabbed the robe blindly, fumbling it open. Getting her arms through the sleeves was an exercise in torture he had to guide her limbs, support her weight, all while maintaining his steadfast refusal to actually look at what he was doing. He worked by touch alone, hyper-aware of every point of contact, every accidental brush of skin on skin.

Except for the kids we had. Untouchables. It was a list that wasn’t taken lightly. Dallas had swiftly ended men’s lives when they harmed or got into bed with another man’s untouchable. It made for trust between us, and it made for a hard line too. But Winona was something different, a part of all of us already.

I snatched the crystal. Spirit-walker. My stomach tightened. “You made such a scene yesterday,” he wrote, “and yet not a single whisper in today’s news. Interesting.” My breath stilled. Impossible. I opened every news portal, every gossip feed, every city bulletin. Nothing. No mention of me revealing myself as Sundar. No mention of the Sauders’ family’s crimes. No mention of Lycus’s public betrayal. Even the launch announcement was gone, replaced with a neat message from the Vane fortress account:

In their world, men devoted to one woman were rare enough, let alone one who had stayed untouched altogether. … Meanwhile, that very man, untouched for 30 years, sat in his study working with the same focus he brought to every high-stakes deal.

Elliot finally went underwater and I watched him from where I sat by the edge. I started thinking back to when I first met Elliot barely two months ago and the school year is close to ending in three months. Maybe Elliot was right about me being different than who I was before when I started school and yet I still don’t see much of a difference in me. I looked at my hands as I reached out to touch the water and wondered when was the last time I'd been disgusted by someone touching me. Luis hugged me yesterday and I didn’t think much of it or Elliot when he held my hand. Maybe I’m not completely cured, but could I finally be better now that I don’t have to be afraid? Did I just not have to th

I had even found a man who put his family responsibilities first to be charming. Thinking back on it now, it was utterly laughable. He was just selectively busy. His specific brand of tenderness was reserved for a specific person. And that person was not me. I smiled bitterly and calmly closed my phone. For the unloved, even falling ill is an inconvenience to be borne alone. For five straight days, Kieran didn't come home. The estate was silent. So quiet I could hear a pin drop. I began to quietly pack my things, sorting non-essential items into boxes.

He is just too much into experiencing things and becoming stronger which uncle doesn't mind at all because the father and son relationship is good. "Uncle, I failed to get all the stones," Megara said and he shook his head, his faint smile remaining on his face. "It's fine as long as your alive." He said and she shook her head. Her uncle's kind heart always surprises her but she is afraid this kind heart of his can be his downfall. "I got one." She said and took out the stone from her small pouch. The green stone was shining in her hands. "Oh, nothing less expected from you. You did great, tremendous work." He said and Megara handed him the stone.