Webtoon Untouchable Novels & Stories

Davis leaned back in his chair and scratched his head. "Nysaa, we appreciate your contributions, and you're a valued member of our team. We might be able to offer some moral support, but I'm afraid our hands are tied when it comes to financial assistance." Her disappointment was palpable. Nysaa had thought the community center would be a safe haven in her time of need. Now, it seemed that even they couldn't provide the help she desperately sought. She slumped back in her chair, feeling utterly defeated.

“I’m Joey. We were in the same group together. Thanks for finally giving Olive what she deserves.” I glanced down at his hand and didn’t shake it. “I’m an Untouchable now. If anyone sees you shaking my hand, you’ll become one, too.” I stuffed my hand into my pocket. “Can I help you?”

Uea sat on the ground with his face completely covered in tears. He was no longer pretending but was truly crying, as he felt that life was truly unfair. Theo was so handsome. His beauty was so stunning that it was hard for Uea to keep his legs closed, but who knew when Theo would return? According to the plot he wrote, Theo was supposed to return later to start pursuing the reserved main character of this arc. But that later... how long would it be? Uea felt like he finally understood when people said they could see but not touch.

Luca barked, looking at me with disgust. And this time, uncle's eyes turned red, his hands turning into fists and I felt he would bury him deep in the ground for badmouthing me. But I know he can't do that because after all, he is the son of his brother and Winston Playford will definitely not like it if he gets to know his son was beaten brutally by his younger brother! "It's finally time to close your bank accounts and seize your cards and let's see how you have fun with your friends after that!" Uncle told him and he was totally not expecting that.

"How about you take a look at this first?" He turned his phone toward me, revealing today's trending news. A ragged man was kneeling in front of the Byrds' headquarters, a sign around his neck that read: 'Veronica lacks professional ethics, will stop at nothing, and bullies the weak. I want an explanation.' I frowned at the screen, recognizing the man from a few days ago—he was the defendant from a recently closed case, which had been decided fairly. Why was he staging this now? The situation escalated quickly. I barely grasped what was happening before negative comments flooded in from every direction. Some even dug up old scandals involving the Byrds from five years ago.

I went inside and got a hand basket which I used for what I wanted, though I denied going to get tampons but I'm actually gonna get it cause it was part of what I listed to buy and some other things like toiletries, my body lotion and some fruits which we need at home and yeah coffee as well, we are out of coffee I noticed a guy staring at me as I bought the fruit, it was bit weird cause he followed me to every fruit stall I approached, then I saw him coming my direction "Hi" he greeted and in other not to look rude I replied him "Hi?" " I can see I'm not the only one who likes loquat" "Of cause it can't be just you, they're over billions of people worldwide who for some reason like Loquat"

I noted, wiping it with some antiseptic. He winced slightly once the substance touched the wound, but didn't pull away. I held his palm gently, blowing lightly on the wound as I rubbed my thumb against the base of his. Once done, I wrapped the cut in a cute sticker bandage I found in the first aid box. "There you go. Almost as good as new." I said proudly. "Now can we talk?" He asked, avoiding my gaze. "Look, if it's about whatever is in those files, you don't have to. I would have thrown them in the waste bin-"

It is. At 10:00 that night, a pinned reply appeared on the Shadow Pack's official website, right under Luna Victoria's post. From that morning. It was me, and it was a video. The Internet, predictably, went feral. Users shared the link, frantically gathering like a pack around a fresh kill to devour the drama unfolding between. Two of the most powerful wolf families in the video. I looked elegant and composed. My voice was calm. My hands folded on the table as I walked the world through our story.

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“I told you to drop the act. Owen and I need you. Lila’s still here. Why can’t you just come home and help around the house?” There was a pause. Then the old same dagger. “You owe her that much, you know.” I laughed softly, a humorless little sound. “I owe her nothing.” And then, I hung up. I sent Elliot a single voice recording—just under two minutes long. Ivory’s bodyguard, bragging, spelling it all out. Exactly what Lila did, and why. Attached, I typed out a message: “Here’s the truth you always wanted. Hope you don’t cry too hard when you realize just what a diva your precious Lila really was.”