Untouchable Themes Novels & Stories

Then he turned to me, “If you're Adrian's ex-wife who couldn't conceive then what is someone like Elliot who needs an heir doing with you?” The charismatic Ezekiel was speechless. “It seems a lot has happened in New York since we left, Rose.” Zeke muttered. Mr Vance turned to me. “I knew you looked familiar. Explain yourself.” I remarked, “I didn't know the Vance family are discrimative of divorcees.” “Not really.” Jen replied. “We're only discriminative of divorcees chased out from their previous family looking for another influential family to perch on.” “Uncle Jen, have I perhaps offended you?” I asked, ready to run my mouth if it weren't for Elliot who grabbed my arm.

" Zane took a step forward, dropping his arms to his sides. "Our territory is holding just fine!” His fingers curled into fists. “We don't buy power from corrupt judges. We work for every inch. If Evren Stormvale thinks he can walk into the East Coast and order us around like his personal mercenaries, he’s going to find out how hard Shadow Moon bites back."

“He owns leverage. He owns people who owe him favors. He thrives on perception. On reputation.” Dante leaned back slightly. “Yes.” “So we don’t attack him directly.” A small silence. “We strip him first.” His eyes sharpened. “How?” “Exposure,” she said. “Not public. Not yet. We isolate him from his alliances. We make his partners question him. We create instability in his base before he even realizes he’s under siege.” Dante studied her in silence. “You want to dismantle him socially before financially.” “Yes.” “And Adrian?” She did not hesitate.

“How do you know I haven’t made something of myself since then?” Sandra laughed. “You? Please. Let’s show them who you really are.” She turned dramatically to the audience. “You’ve all heard of Sundar, the hidden Weaver behind the Devotion lattice. Well—” she pressed a hand to her chest “—I’m Sundar.” Gasps rippled across the hall. Reporters surged forward, their crystals blinking as they recorded every word. “What? The Luna is Sundar?” “Alpha, is this true?” “No wonder Vane Hall’s wards have been unmatched lately!”

“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.

Imprisoned, he's given a woman as a gift. Rob wakes up, essentially as a prisoner, at the Institute. They present him with a woman named Kitten as a gift, but he has no idea who she is. Everyone in the story is over 18. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. ****** Rob woke suddenly and jumped out of bed with an urgent need to urinate.

Or will he discard his Omega and chase after his mate? * This is a sequel from The Unattainable Alpha Series and can be read as a stand-alone. ****TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains mature content. In the following chapters, you will find descriptions of violence, abuse, rape, death and strong language. Please ensure that you are comfortable with the noted, before you proceed. Thanks:)

Beauty might be from god but she knows how much she has struggled to be this powerful. After all of this, she still had no tattoos on her body. Her name was Megara Daybrace.

A guy on the stage started talking "The Phoenix that can burn you... Philip!" The lights turned red and purple, and ‘Streets’ by Doja Cat started to play... Mikhail did know what to expect but he wasn't ready. Then he came... Looking gorgeous, wearing an almost transparent silk button shirt, tight leather pants, and boots, all in black, with a sparkling pink eye shadow in his eyes, and his lips slightly red. All of this plus his red hair was driving Mikhail crazy. '... And of course he would start dancing so freaking gorgeous...' Mikhail thought.

The name is Alexey, born like every other werewolf but taken as a slave and being living as an orphan since of recent. How I hate the person who killed my parents! “I'll make you pay dearly.” I always reminded myself. We walked into the big hall, the Alpha Danes, had planned to use for his birthday. Did I forget to tell you I share my birthday with a ruthless Alpha who does nothing but stains his hands with innocent blood? I tried to live by doing nothing and everything. While cleaning the hall, Ms April walked in. “Hey!” She yelled with a finger at me, her face marred with a frown as usual. “What do you think you're doing? Are you going to clean a chair for a thousand years?” The cold stare