Untouchable Themes Novels & Stories

Every morning. Morning, I woke up expecting something, a knock on the door, a shadow in the hallway, a text, anything. But nothing came. No one showed up at the complex. No one tracked down my parents' house. Not a single anonymous threat. And yet the online drama wasn't dying down. If anything, it was getting worse, which only made the real-world silence feel that much more sinister. Were they planning something bigger, or were they really unwilling to cross Alpha Adrian? Could one public show of protection at a gala actually be enough to hold them off?

Even older women were not spared, some look like they want to approach him but his icy expression chased them away the minute they drew close. I don't blame them though, Daniel is effortlessly charming. He looks like a magazine's super model with his olive skin tone, sharp jawline, full brows, and long eye lashes that I've always been jealous of. He has a piercing set of hunter eyes in a striking shade of turquoise that sometimes looked blue, a perfectly shaped lips combined with his goatee beard. Added with his constant icy expression, he's giving off a cold CEO vibe, which he actually is. I looked at my wrist watch and realised it is already 5:30 PM.

“I thought it should be fair.” I thought about this for a second before taking a small breath. “It’s not just about haphephobia… I also have depression and anxiety,” I tell him. “I think the touch is what triggers it and it makes me panic. I’m sure when you looked it up you read that this could be caused by a traumatized past.” Luis glanced over at me. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He said as we watch the varsity now warming up before the game starts. “I did read that, but I was never going to bug you about the details.”

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

the man on the other side of the line chuckled and the sound of fast keyboard typing was heard. "Another one, miss Mayfair? You sure are a hot topic every month," he said then asked for other details. This was not the first time Leath asked Juno to take down a website but why is she more agitated this time? Maybe because this time, her father personally contacted her and not one of his assistants. Taking down a website is one thing, she must do one thing so the rumors won't worsen. She needs to discipline her own professor.

"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.

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“Yeah.” “I guess it’s true then,” she murmured. “The True Alphas have some separation.” I huffed out a humorless laugh. “Can you blame us? It’s how we were conditioned. Raised to fight, not to unite.” “Weakness,” she said in an accusing tone. “Divide and conquer works even in your own ranks.” “We’re not enemies,” I said, “but we’re not friends either.” Bethany didn’t respond. Instead, she focused on the green-glowing stone with a haunted expression, her fingers trembling around it. It was clear she cared very deeply for Arden.

Elias’s POV “Mr. Throne,” the manager said, his voice polite but unwavering. “I’ve received word that you’re on the police’s suspect list for illegal activities. I’m afraid we can’t allow you to stay at our hotel tonight. The same goes for your friend here. And,” he added with a small bow, “I’ll have to inform the authorities that you’re currently here.” I blinked, taken aback. “What do you mean, suspect list?” My voice wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t even polite.

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.