Bloody Tainted Lies Novels & Stories

“Liar I'll kill you” Lucein stood up,dashing towards Ethan, Marcus kicked him back to the floor. “That's enough,we were not aware we only just found out,it's Micheal and Blair doing” Marcus said. Lucein looked up. “Bullshit, Micheal died last two years” “Well he didn't,his mother fooled the public enough so he can make a comeback, without the public eyes on him,he could get away with anything,and at this moment they are planning to destroy the whole Malcom family”

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.

“No, that’s bullshit. He’s a Lycan. He doesn’t just...he doesn’t just die.” The attorney stepped forward. “The poison was designed to burn through his regeneration. It was… ancient. Forbidden.” Scarlet shook her head violently. “No. You’re lying. You’re all lying.” Blade reached for her, but she slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me.” Her legs buckled anyway. Blade caught her before she hit the floor, hauling her against his chest as her body betrayed her completely. The tears came then...hot, choking, ugly.

They made her crawl and clean both cocks with her tongue, licking every drop of cum, ass juice, and pussy cream. Lia lay there afterward, legs spread obscenely, covered in sweat, spit, and cum. Her holes twitched and leaked. She felt completely destroyed. And she fucking loved it. Ethan crouched down and shoved three fingers into her sloppy cunt, stirring the mess. “How do you feel?” “Like a whore,” she whispered hoarsely, smiling through the mess on her face. “Your filthy whore.” Jax laughed. “She’s ready for the team party tomorrow. Gonna let the whole locker room run a train on this cum-guzzling slut?”.

Malcolm's dagger flew. She caught it with Genevieve's laugh, dissolving the steel to rust. "Poor Malcolm. Still can't tell when you're being played?" Her shadowclaws traced the claiming mark on her neck, then slashed downward, revealing not blood but swirling darkness beneath her skin. "Meet your heir." The lie curdled the air. Lia's voice cut through the nausea, her words layered with Seraphina's cadence: "No babe grows there. Only teeth and whispers." Her silver eyes reflected the vault's runes upside down, she was reading them backward.

“He would believe it.” “Of course he would.” My eyes gleamed. “Because he already wants to.” I moved to my desk, pulling a drawer open. Inside lay sealed vials, each filled with a different ink — some tainted with Seraphin blood, others with shadow essence. I selected one, the red glinting faintly in the candlelight. “This,” I said, holding it up, “is how we bind truth to lies. Even a Lord’s gaze cannot tell the difference when the blood sings the right note.”

“Thomas Scott maintained blood-safe houses. Places transferred between shell companies so no generation would ever be exposed.” “How many?” “Five that I know of. There may be more.” Liv opened the first folder. “A hunting lodge in the mountains, a closed psychiatric hospital, two port warehouses, and an estate called Blackwater.” Mother went still. “Black water.” “What?” I asked. “Talus opened a crack with water beneath it. I saw it for one second.” Amelie approached the maps, still leaning against Bless. “I sensed moisture as well, but it was not living water. It was a dead ley line.”

“Touch that again, and I’ll have to teach you how to beg properly.” Lydia spun. Damian stood at the threshold, shirt unbuttoned, black slacks low on his hips. Barefoot. Dangerous. She didn’t cower. Instead, she raised the photo like a weapon. “What is this?” His eyes darkened. “It’s history.” “You lied to me.” “I told you she wasn’t dead. I never said she wasn’t damned.” Lydia stepped toward him, heart slamming in her chest. “So am I, then? Another ritual? Another girl to bleed into your legacy of sin?”

I confess. As we walk to the cashier, I'm glad to notice that here is no existing line, because that is literally all I need right now to push me closer to the verge of an upcoming mental breakdown. "Hello, I'm Stacey, what can I get for you today?" The cashier asks, taking our order. She has the brightest smile that is quite ironic for her appearance. Stacey's appearance is one that society would label as a goth. She has lip-, nose- and ear piercings, bright red hair, black eyeliner, finished off with a black matte lip. Her tattoos can be seen poking out from under the neckline of her shirt. Society has boxed people like her into a category that makes us believe that she would be mean, unca

Hello readers, thank you for following the story so far. The plot is about to take a dark and intense turn. I made an effort to incorporate the elements of a dark romance, danger, suspense, and maybe a bit of romance. Keep in mind that the title of this book is “TAINTED LOVE” (A Dark Mafia Romance). What is the first thing that comes to your mind? If you believed the book was dark in the previous chapters, well, it has just intensified. LOL.