Untouchable Themes Novels & Stories

“We shall wrestle for it. The winner will lead the fight against the elf. The loser will bend his knee and follow orders. Agreed?” “No, not agreed.” I was tired of having to deal with so many pointless distractions, and Jenny being pissed off was trying my patience. “What did she mean by ‘untouchable’, do you think?” I asked, hoping to move past the awkwardness. “I don’t know,” said Jenny. “Maybe it means you’re dead inside and can’t have honest feelings for other people unless it involves sex with a dwarf.” Kind of specific. Untouchable certainly didn’t refer to my emotions. I might not have been the most emotional person, but I still had the full gamut. Happy, angry, sad. That’s all of the

Jax’s pov I was halfway through a video call with the sponsorship team when the door burst open. “I’ll call you back,” I said, cutting the Zoom without waiting for their reply. Caleb tossed his tablet onto my desk, screen up. “You’ve seen this?” I leaned over, frowning. The headline wasn’t from a major outlet—yet. But the blood in my chest ran cold anyway: “Underground Tennis Circuit: Which Prodigies Risked It All for Money?”

I tore the white ribbon off the silver box and flipped it open. Inside was a sleek, high-end adult toy. It was made of medical-grade pink silicone, shaped beautifully, and looking like a piece of modern art. Next to it was a small bottle of luxury lubricant. A note fell out of the box, and I scrambled to catch it before it hit the floor. “Since you ran away before we could show you how our inventory works. Use this tonight and think of me.” — Julian. "Oh my god," I gasped, my vision blurring with panic.

Fuck. "You better explain what the fuck is going on here!" I roared when Arissa stumbled backwards from exhaustion. "Why am I seeing this?" "These portals." The being announced, completely unphased by my tone. "Are your way back to the real world. However, you must keep in mind that one is a fake while the other is real. " "You’re playing mind games." I growled, narrowing my gaze. "Don’t try to play dumb." The being chuckled. "Do you think we who dwell in the underworld don’t know anything about your special gifts?"

He heard laughter from the man's throat, and Harris could see his thin, wet lips under the dim light of the room. "Mr.R…" Yes, they didn't use their real names. This man said that Harris could call him Mr.R. Harris didn't know what that name stood for, but now he wanted to call his name. Mr.R raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?" Harris's whole body was turning red. He subconsciously wanted to cover his lower body, where the penis was already erect with love. Harris clung to Mr.R's arm, then closed his eyes, tremblingly said: "This is my first time. Please be gentle!"

Rhea said breaking the sudden silence that was already building "Where are my manners, i forgot to introduce myself, My name's Caroline Hart, the CEO of Beauty and Elegance" She said "Wow that's nice, but i don't think I've heard of that brand before"Rhea replied her "Well that's cause we don't have a branch in Australia yet, but I'm working on that" She said again "Didn't know you own your own business" I said to her "Oh Logan, there's alot you don't know about me cause you decided to go MIA" she said to me smiling and i think Rhea saw that

Beth threatened her in an authoritative tone and I was quite shocked as she seemed like a gentlewoman a while ago but I didn't know that she is also quite influential. "Looks like you and your family haven't learned properly yet but it's okay, Hunter wouldn't mind teaching you guys again in his ways. Just wait and watch what I do to your family." Bianca threatened back and I felt goosebumps at the mention of Uncle. "Oh, wow. So now you are sleeping around with Mr. Playford. You never get tired of taking a man's help to do whatever you want to do, right? But honestly speaking, I didn't know that Mr. Playford has such a poor taste that he doesn't mind fucking a plastic doll." I felt like laugh

He looks back at his brothers. “Boys,” he says. “I think we’ve got ourselves another Untouchable.” The brothers laugh amongst themselves. I look at all of them with an indescribable level of disgust. “The fuck is an untouchable?” I scowl. “The lowliest of the school population,” Beau says. “Anyone who’s anyone will refuse to talk to you. Also, you get to live in the basement.” His lips stretch into a menacing smile. “Hope you enjoy the cold.”

The day continued, the city pulsed outside our windows, the nation watched, and somewhere in the shadows, Nathaniel Blake realized, finally, that no ally of his was safe, no whisper could protect him, and the light would not relent. I did not need to watch him crumble to know it was happening. Public opinion, scrutiny, and accountability had already begun to do what private force never could. By evening, the headlines had multiplied: “The Empire of Fear Begins to Fall” “Nathaniel Blake: From Untouchable to Exposed” “Isla Hart: Survivor, Advocate, Force”

Luna’s POV The smell of turpentine clung to my skin like guilt I couldn’t wash off. It was 3:17 a.m., and I stood barefoot in my studio, wearing nothing but an oversized, paint-streaked shirt and a pair of underwear I couldn’t remember putting on. My fingers trembled from too much coffee and too little food, hovering just above the last blank canvas. My bank account was a joke. I hadn’t paid my rent. I’d been living off wine, cigarettes, and instant ramen.The final piece for tonight’s show. My chest tightened. I still hadn’t touched it.