Bloody Tainted Lies Novels & Stories

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.

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

Purple blood leaked from its arm. A mutant.

Laura The words hung heavy in the air like a dense fog. “B+”- Kaida’s blood group. Impossible! Copper exploded in my mouth from the force of my clench. I wasn't dreaming. It was real. My world was intact, my lie was unscathed. He lied. Lucian lied. I had thought of ending us both, before he makes anything of the truth. Grab the wire, flip the change-over and fry us dead, along with the secret. The perfect last-minute plan.

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"Hurry up and untie us. Stop messing around, alright?" I stared at them without blinking. "That's exactly the problem. The DNA test is fake. You really went all out, even tampering with a DNA test. But I understand why you did it." I shocked the three of them again and again, without a trace of mercy. Compared to how they had murdered all four of us last time, this was already kindness on my part.

It shrieked, thinning. Tía Sofia crawled forward, her blood mixing. “Take me!” Her lies, her cancer, Javier’s death—poured in. The vein cracked. Marco pressed his scarred hands to my chest, code bleeding. “Take me!” His hacks, his torture, his rewrite. The vein shattered. Alexander slashed his palm, blood pouring. “Take me!” His wager, his guilt, his love. The vein faltered. Lila pressed her scarred hand, Etienne’s face flashing. “Take me!” Her choice, her life. The vein dissolved.

So completely vulnerable. She was a Moretti, born into a house of blood and lies, yet there was a baffling purity to the way she slept. Her long, dark lashes cast soft shadows over her high cheekbones, and her chest rose and fell in perfect synchronicity with his own. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful thing he had ever allowed into his life. And that was exactly what terrified him.

“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.”