Untouchable Summary Novels & Stories

I said carefully. “There’s a first time for everything,” he winked. “I trust you, Miss Brooks.” And then, gently—like a whisper over the rim of his wineglass—he added, “Don’t feel guilty. Just focus on living a happier life. You’ve already spent enough of it surviving.” Something stirred inside me. Something quiet and aching. For a long time, I thought the only person who could make me feel seen like that was Elliot. But now, it was Mr. Ivory who had reached into the cracks of me and said: You deserve better.

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.

"Let’s keep our perspectives clear, short-tail. I am the Beta to an Alpha King—a man whose territory spans four provinces, whose word dissolves entire Councils, and whose army could flatten your borders before your morning coffee cools. You are a glorified assistant to a self-claimed 'Widow Queen' who fights in underground cages for pocket change and swallows enough chemical trash to poison a river." A sudden, suffocating silence dropped over the corridor as the air went entirely dead. Kira froze. Her face drained of color as her green eyes snapped to Tyson in sheer, unadulterated shock. Zane also went rigid. Chemical trash. The words hung in the air like a blade suspended over their necks.

“Please don’t blame Vance. He hasn’t slept properly for days because he was preparing your birthday surprise tonight.” Catherine wiped at her tears and continued in a small, broken voice. “Vance is difficult to read sometimes, but he’s actually very simple once you understand him. He responds to softness, not pressure. He hates it when people touch what belongs to him, especially things he likes—” She stopped, as if realising the wording might be inappropriate, then corrected herself with a fragile smile.

Out here, I’m the one in charge. The song shifts, the bass line deepening, and I drop low, my palms brushing the floor before I push back up, rolling my hips to the beat. My thighs burn, but I don’t let it show. You can’t show strain. You can’t show anything that makes them think you’re not untouchable. Untouchable. That’s a joke. Under the makeup and sequins, I’m just a girl who once slept in her car for a week because rent was late. Who’s made mistakes. Who still doesn’t know how to stop making them.

“You can’t just cut off our engagement like that!” “We’re not engaged yet, Tiana,” Fred replied, his tone calm but firm. “Yes, we are!” Tiana shot back quickly, her breathing uneven. “The media already knows about it! It’s out there for everyone to see! Our shareholders know we’re supposed to be together. Some of our biggest clients only agreed to work with us because of this union!” Her voice cracked, but she kept going. “And what about everything we’ve been through? What happened to our good times, Fred? What happened to us?”

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.

She whispered to him in a sing song, putting air quotes in the word girlfriend, i heard everything cause was seated beside her, Todd seemed thrown off for some second before getting himself back "Let's just focus on the game" Todd said and gave her a little mouth kiss before they faced the board "Drink if you have a tattoo" Was rolled and read out, Cole, Alex, Todd, Gwen, Claire and few other guys drank their shots "Everyone drink" Was rolled so we all took our shots "Never have i ever, hooked up in my parents room" A girl read out, two guys said they had "Ohhhh" we cheered and they both drank their shot

And she even died due to their maltreatment and same as their daughter. It's not like I cared about their daughter or anything, I'm just saying that nobody deserves to be treated like that. Now Petal was somewhere no one could tell of, what if she was in danger or harm? What if she wasn't alive? May the goddess banish such thoughts!!!!! Since the end of the war, I haven't been able to access my wolf, Maddox just shut me out because he felt he rejoiced for nothing. I could visualize him sitting there with a few drops of tears rolling down his eyes and fallen ears, like a lone wolf.

He threw Tessa aside yet, in his twisted mindset still owned her — the fact his uncle, Doreen, took her in and made her experience what true love is, killed him. How despicable. Having his question answered by silence, Tony smirked as he placed his fingers on the glass table. Doreen was still at a distance from him yet could hear any utterance perfectly. “I don't give a fuck about how you feel, dear uncle. But…” he straightened up, snapped his fingers and Madonna came scurrying to be by his side. She handed him a lengthy envelope and then returned to her spot, watching them. “My father wasn't as dumb as you predicted, uncle.” Tony while speaking ripped the envelope open, then pulled out a pi