Another Word For Untouchable

The Angel of Death. The man everyone fears. They say he’s merciless, that he has killed more people than anyone in the Circle. No one dares cross him. But there’s a secret, one that no one knows. James Bellini has never killed anyone. Not once. The rumors started because of a misunderstanding, a mistake so deep that even he couldn’t fix it. The truth is something only God himself could untangle. And James? He’s just a man caught in the middle of it all.

Now, as life begins to pull them in different directions, their silent love is at risk of being lost forever. Will they finally find the words to confess before it's too late, or will their love story remain one of the greatest things never said? a slow-burn, emotional romance about two people who fell in love without saying a single word—but must find the courage to finally speak!!!

When ex-detective Liam Voss finds a journal hinting at his sister’s unsolved vanishing, he’s thrust into a nightmare of cryptic clues and carved words—each marking a life stolen by a ruthless secret society. Teaming with a rogue journalist, Liam races across the globe to unravel a conspiracy tied to an ancient entity that feeds on disappearances. But the closer he gets, the more his reality frays—nightmares bleed into daylight, allies turn to enemies, and the truth claws at his sanity. With the clock ticking to the thirteenth hour, Liam must face the ultimate question: save his sister or stop a god from rewriting the world? Dive into a pulse-pounding thriller where every word could be your last!

Ryo Tanaka, a struggling college student, works tirelessly at multiple part-time jobs to make ends meet. In a bid to earn some extra cash, he volunteers for a paid drug research study, unaware that it will alter the course of his life forever. The experiment takes a disastrous turn, leaving Ryo bedridden with a high fever for several days. But when he finally awakens, he finds himself in a world plunged into chaos. A deadly virus has ravaged the city, turning its inhabitants into ravenous, flesh-eating zombies. Streets once bustling with life now lay desolate, the remnants of civilization crumbling under the weight of the apocalypse. Update ; ( R) mean Revise version of the story.Which update and rewrite.I will revise everything and ensure there no more error on the story.Stay tune for ( R ) on the chapter title.

Two young adults go on a journey to loving each other In the most desired ways after coming to a clash at a college university. Through ups and downs, they discovered each other and let absolutely nobody define their connection.

Shontose, you are not powerless. Wielder of words. Master of pages. If the world has taken a dark turn, and the road ahead has grown dim, you know what to do. Write. She opened her painfully bloodshot eyes. Her body too broken to obey her command, sprawled on the stone ground, and half drowned in a pool of her own blood, felt hollow and lifeless. No, in fact this body couldn't be hers. It was and empty shell, and she was not dead. This one thing at last she was assured.

“All kind of thoughts were rushing through my mind. All the insecurities, self-doubt, fear was crawling from the depths of my heart. I wished it for to be a dream however it was only my wishful thinking. It was all real. My every fear, insecurity it was all real. But I was a fighter, that’s what my father used to say. I was determined to fight. Breathe in, breathe out. I set all my fears aside.”

In a world where history itself can be erased, one young man finds himself caught in the unraveling of reality. The story follows Caelum Dain, a solitary scholar within an ancient, shifting labyrinth of forgotten knowledge. When books begin vanishing without a trace - and with them, the very memories of their existence -Caelum and his closest ally, Lyra, embark on a perilous journey to uncover the truth hidden beneath centuries of silence. But they are not alone. Cloaked figures known as the Veilkeepers guard the secrets of the Library, enforcing an unspoken law that even they may not fully understand. As Caelum and Lyra delve deeper into the restricted archives, they discover that the erasures extend far beyond mere words and manuscripts. Entire names, places, and histories have disappeared - swallowed by an unknown force that no one remembers. The deeper they search, the more they risk losing themselves to the very thing they seek to fight. With every forgotten word, the past reshapes itself, and the truth grows more elusive. Can Caelum defy the cycle of erasure, or will he, too, be wiped from existence before he can uncover the final secret?

Mukouda was just an ordinary guy, enjoying his peaceful life filled with online shopping and good food… until he got randomly summoned to another world! But instead of being a hero with legendary powers, he only got one weird skill—Online Supermarket?! Just when he thought his adventure was going to be a disaster, he accidentally feeds a mythical beast, Kaelgyr—a massive, lightning-coated storm wolf with an unstoppable appetite! To everyone’s shock, this fearsome creature decides to become Mukouda’s companion, all because of his delicious cooking. Now, with a gluttonous beast at his side, Mukouda’s journey turns into a culinary adventure filled with powerful monsters, greedy nobles, and mouth-watering meals! Can Mukouda survive in this world by cooking his way to power? Or will Kaelgyr eat him out of house and home first?! A fun and heartwarming isekai adventure where food is stronger than magic!

They say life’s full of plot twists—well, Bai Xiaotong’s life is more like a plot pretzel, twisted in all the wrong places. After centuries of fighting in dungeons that suddenly descended into the Murim World, she thought she'd earned a peaceful retirement after moving to another planet. Yet, after buying a dimensional ticket to cross realms, she ends up face-to-face with an even bigger disaster. Goodbye, dungeon gates and loot drop. Welcome to a world crawling with walking deads! Where each bite turns the living into rotting husks of undead. "I bought a wayfarer item to peacefully retire in another human world, not to clean up another horde of monsters! Do I look so bored to change places just to go hunting?! I didn’t sign up for this mess—” she grumbles, dodging a zombie horde. Why does it feel like she was attracting every apocalypse in the multiverse? Where’s the peaceful world she paid millions of cosmic credits for? Wait, did she pay for a doomsday subscription instead and was auto-renewing?! Damn. How could she end up in a dumpster fire, filled with weak humans who can’t even handle brain-dead corpses in a trance? “Seriously, how does anyone lose to that?” But in reality, it’s not the monsters and weak humans that are giving her gray hairs—it’s the fact that... “AHH! Why does my stomach keep on growing? Darn, it hurts, I think it’s going to explode!” “Ow shi— did I peed myself?” No. Wait, what the hell? Someone tell her, it wasn’t her water! The apocalypse? She can handle that. But childbirth during an apocalypse? That's a whole different level of nightmare. “Hey, you can’t come out yet!” This is insane. At least wait until she figures out where’s the father, ah! --- WSA2025 Entry

The sacred chamber was dimly lit, the scent of incense curling in the air like whispers of forgotten prayers. His breath came uneven, his hands trembled at his sides as he stared at the man before him—the warrior who should not have been here. "You shiver so easily," the warrior murmured, his voice dark, teasing. Tempting. His fingers brushed over the fine silk of the priest’s robe, not quite touching—just a whisper of heat, but enough to unravel him. "D-Don’t," he breathed, stepping back, but the warrior followed. "Don’t what?" The smirk in his voice was maddening. Mocking. Dangerous. "You know what exactly you are doing. This is unacceptable..." The warrior closed the space between them and placed his finger on his lips, causing his body to tremble. His throat bobbed. The rules of the sect were clear. He was supposed to be untouchable—unblemished in body and soul, a perfect example of godliness and pureness. And yet… "I can hear your heartbeat." The warrior leaned in, the tip of his nose barely grazing his jaw. Too close. "So wild… tell me, is it fear or something else?" His lips parted, but the words died on his tongue when strong hands found his wrist, tugging him forward, pressing him flush against the heat of his body. A sharp gasp escaped him. "Let me go," he whispered pleadingly. "Then go," the warrior challenged, loosening his grip—but his body refused to move. A sinful chuckle brushed against his ear. "See? You don’t want to leave." "I do." The lie burned his tongue. "Then why are you not?" A strangled sound escaped him as warmth pooled in his core—something he never should have felt. Something he never knew he could feel. His knees buckled, but before he could fall, strong arms caught him. Held him. Claimed him. "Look at you," the warrior hummed, his voice thick with something dangerous. "I barely touched you, and you’re already breaking. Doesn't this mean something to you, my moonflower?" The warrior looked into the divine one's eyes and noticed the change of color in his eyes which made him smirk as if he had gotten his lucky shot. His gaze darkened in return, sharp with an incomprehensible hunger and before the priest could utter another world, his lips were claimed. A single tear slipped free, rolling down his cheek—a silent surrender. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't fight against this burning desire in him anymore. He was just going to let it be—whatever would happen should happen. The warrior hummed in satisfaction at the taste of the divine one, his grip tightening. A gasp was swallowed whole as the warrior’s mouth moved against his, devouring, demanding, tasting. Heat licked down his spine, a fire awakening within him, spreading through his veins like an unspoken prophecy. "So beautiful," the warrior murmured against his lips before diving back in, stealing another kiss—deeper, rougher, hungrier. He was an angel worth sinning for. The Priest's fingers clutched at the fabric between them, desperate, lost, drowning. The world outside ceased to exist. Only this moment remained. Only this touch, this heat—this forbidden, maddening desire. And as the flames outside flickered wildly in the night, so too did he burn. . . . . Y'all, this picture was gotten from Pinterest. I only changed the names and added little design. I do not originally own it. Thank you.

Kron is a village boy aspiring to be a great here known all across the continent. On his adventure however he will face many trials and hardships, maybe find love and good friends. Not my cover I will try to make a cover of my own in the future.

When I was born my parents were given a paper full of my name, gender, creed, age, ethnicity, address, and my parents' names. In the bottom. There was a written sentence in bold, red that warned: " PLEASE DON'T LOSE THE PAPER" Those red words have taken their role in messing up my life. Four years later, I started to read and write simple things like my name and age. One day while my mom was preparing papers for traveling, she took the paper and put it on the bed. I said my name and she said correct, I wondered and I asked: " Mom what do the red words mean?" -The Red Words by Asala Riziq

When a kind-hearted highschool teacher falls for a mysterious, wealthy entrepreneur, after she signs a one year contract to be his partner, in order to save her dying father and fulfill her lifelong desire of being loved. She's thrust into a deadly world of genetically enhanced supersoldiers, forcing her to question everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and the man she trusts. She finds herself battling alongside the man she loves, when foes from his dark past reemerges.

For three years, Elena Lin devoted herself to her marriage, giving up her thriving legal career to be the perfect wife. But when her husband, Michael Bowen, coldly throws a divorce agreement in front of her—choosing his newly awakened childhood sweetheart over their marriage—Elena finally realizes it’s time to walk away. What Michael doesn’t know is that Elena was never just a housewife. She is Iris, the legendary, undefeated lawyer feared across the legal world. With her freedom regained, she steps back into the courtroom, ready to reclaim her identity and career. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. Her first high-profile case? Representing Julian Ford, a business tycoon… against Michael Bowen himself. As secrets unravel, past wounds resurface, and Elena proves she is far more than the woman Michael abandoned, the battlefield shifts from love to power. Will Michael regret letting her go? And will Elena finally find the strength to fight for herself, both in court and in life?

THE SHADOW GUARD CAPTION WAS DEFEACT IN FIANL SO HE RESIGH HIS CAPTION POST AND HANDLE THIS WEAPONS (THE HELL AND HEAVEN SWORD) AND NOW 25 YEARS ARE PASSED AND A NEWS ABOUT PEOPLE CANNOT DEFEACT THE DEMON LORD AND THERE STRUCK IN THE MMORPG AND NOW THE SHADOW GUARD CANNOT RETURN TO THE GAME BECAUSE HE ALSO HANDLE HIS AVAVTER TO THE COMPANY AND IF HE WANT TO ENTRE HE MUST HAVE TEAM AND NOW HE SEARCHING FOR THE TEAM THAT CAN HELP HIM AND TRAINED THEM TO DEFEACT THE DEMON LORD IN THIS GAME.........WHO IS DEMON LORD ............HOW HE DID THIS.........................

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.

As Adam walks with his umbrella in the city at night, he spots his friend, Scarlett, from afar, as she tiredly, melancholically, looks at the ground while crossing busy street. Scarlett is a mute, cool beauty, and although she isn’t physically disabled, because of something that happened to her in the past that even she doesn’t know, her brain doesn’t allow her to speak anymore. Adam approaches her out of concern, “Hey… Is everything alright?”, he then notices the fact that her attire isn’t only that of a suit and vest, but she’s also carrying a sword on her back. Why does she look so sad, and what sort of job does she do that requires her to wear a suit and carry a sword like a badass? No matter the answers that come from asking such questions, Adam knows only one thing for certain: Although he may not be the main character of this world, at the very least, he would like to provide the normal, peaceful moments that she may be needing in her life. … At least, that’s what he had hoped. [Note: The cover image at the moment is the same image I used as inspiration to write this story. Credits for it go to Guweiz: https://www.instagram.com/guweiz/ ]

A girl 'Ani' choose to write her unspoken words...But it's not a big deal right? there is always some words in everyone's life which are left unspoken. but..why she choose to write those words are they that important? well.. there is no need to read something like unspoken words Unless.... You don't remember something you really want to say to someone but somehow can't... She choose to write such words and you choose to read.. But remember one thing ... (it's Not a 'fiction') It's a whole life of someone collecting such words that never found a voice...

"Love's Poet" is a poignant narrative that delves into the intricacies of a relationship, where love and pain coexist. The protagonist, embodying the role of a poet, navigates the highs and lows of love, encapsulating their journey through verse. Despite enduring hurt and misunderstanding, the poet's unwavering devotion leads them to seek understanding and forgiveness, crafting their emotions into beautifully crafted lines. Through the power of poetry, they immortalize the essence of their love, transcending the challenges they face. As the tale unfolds, "Love's Poet" becomes a testament to the enduring strength of love, where even amidst pain, the bond between two souls remains unbreakable.