Bloody Tainted Lies Novels & Stories

he whispered, “but I don’t want it to end.” “Me neither,” I admitted, tracing patterns on his chest. A secret affair had begun dangerous, addictive, and ours. But as we lay there in the afterglow, my phone buzzed on the nightstand with a reminder for tomorrow’s scheduled shoot. New complication loomed: balancing this with my career, the constant risk of our parents finding out, and Jake already murmuring that he wanted more than just stolen nights. He wanted all of me Lara Velvet and Elara Voss. For now, in the quiet dark, we had this. The story of us, tangled and forbidden, had only just begun. But for this chapter of our lives, it was enough.

“Looks like it.” Cal kicked one of the dead bodies. “Wow man! we killed all of them.” “Not yet,” I said, noticing a faint sound. It was a groan, coming from my left. Jonathan followed my line of sight. “Someone’s still alive.” We moved toward the back of the warehouse, where the floor was wet with blood and oil. Lying near a pile of crates was a man — half his body torn up from shrapnel. His mask was off, his face barely visible through the blood. When I got closer, my entire body froze.

He holds me still with one iron hand on my hip and gives my ass another sharp, stinging slap. “Beg for it. Beg like the desperate, cock-hungry baby you are.” “Please…please, Damon, please let me come…I’ve been good, I tried so hard not to, but I need it, I need to come on your cock so badly it hurts…please, I’ll do anything, I’ll be your good girl, your dirty little slut, just please let me come…please, please, please…” “Louder. I want the whole house to hear how badly you need it.”

"It is amazing, isn't it?" It is! For her. Liam Black. The only boy who ever loved me, as a friend, of course. It was my fault to fall in love with a Wolf, because I always knew this day was coming when he would find the other half of him. I wasn't lucky enough to have a wolf or a mate. A Tainted was someone who had no power. We were people who were forced to live a mediocre life in a land full of power and magic. “...and we couldn’t wait, but we have to. And sneaking around is also thrilling, but we only kissed and-” Every word that came out of her mouth felt like arrows. Pointed to perfection, aimed straight at my heart.

I cautiously peeked through the small crack of the doors as I tightly gripped the handle of the dagger; the cold metal sank deep in my skin. I covered my mouth at the sight that laid before my eyes. All of my servants were on the floor drenched in the color of red, their lifeless bodies soaked in their blood. The tub was filled with my servants’ blood to the point that it was dripping— it was not water that I heard after all. Inside the tub were two naked bodies, a man and a woman. His auburn hair was streaked with blood and it was all over his pale body— it was Lord Damian, one of the blood drinkers. He had his back resting on the tub as the young woman rode him. She was faintly crying as s

He hugged her legs, burying his face in the ruins of the white tuxedo dress. "You have red paint on you," he observed, pulling back, his nose wrinkling. Aurora looked down. The blood. Liam's blood. It had dried to a dark, crusty rust. "It's... it's just from work, baby," she lied, the habit dying hard. Then she stopped. No more lies. She knelt down. She took his small, warm hands in hers. His hands that were miniature versions of the ones she had held in the ambulance.

Her other hand finds the wall beside her and presses flat against it, steadying herself, and her eyes are open but she isn't seeing me or the stage or any of this, she's seeing something else entirely, something that has made the color leave her face like a tide going out. "Hey." I step toward her. "Hey, are you" She makes a small, sharp sound, barely a sound at all, and then her legs go and I catch her by the arms before she goes down completely, and she grabs onto my jacket with both fists and stares at me with eyes that are just barely coming back from wherever they went. "Blood," she says, barely a whisper. "Broken glass." She blinks. The color hasn't come back yet. Behind us, the audito

I love Gillian, but deep down – I can’t deny the need to protect Tawny and I can’t deny the lust and want I feel that drives me to her every time. Gillian puts it together herself. The knowledge washes over her as her skin pales even more and her blue eyes widen, her mouth hanging open in stuttering silence. She points a finger at me and then moves it to Tawny. Back and forth until she finds her voice “You, you… You are mates, aren’t you?” “I’m so sorry Gillian, but I swear nothing ever happened between Crimson and me,” That’s a lie because I’ve tasted her, fucked her with my fingers until she came apart on my hand and tongue.

Standing beside her canvas Dominic looked at her with a concerned expression “You look kinda pale.” “I am fine. Thank you.” said Thalia wincing slightly as she looked down her marks - they were bleeding. Not the pure red blood but the dark tar-like blood just like the dark blob. She closed her eyes -never again will she be able to look at these bleeding marks like the same as before. “Yeah that's why I called you.” said Dominic looking a bit flustered and awkward. After what happened in the bar Dominic had kept a polite distance from her.

It was all messed up with shattered things and blood splattered on the floor and walls. We found Marcelo sitting with Francesca sobbing in her arms. I let go of Celia’s hand, letting out a deep breath. Celia ran to her parents. They both hugged and kissed her. They were alive. I thought I lost yet another father tonight. “You’re bleeding, Madam.” Black walked over to me. I shook my head, smiling. “I’m fine.” I wasn’t. He didn’t look convinced. I pressed his shoulder, “You did good, Black.” He was actually a great help. I couldn’t tell how I was going to end all of those men on my own. The fact that I had to switch off my humanity tonight terrified me.