Bloody Tainted Lies Novels & Stories

She is vibrating with intense panic, terrified that if Mirelle breaks under the tool, she will confess that the female sitting next to the Alpha is a fake. She begs silently for the torture to end, but Shawn has no intention of stopping. He picks up the bloody, extracted nail from the floor and drops it onto a white metal tray, sliding it right against the viewing glass. "Miss Nightbane, please inspect the evidence. Do you find the coloration pure?" The blood-stained trophy sits on the plate right in front of her face, leaving a disgusting, unforgettable image burned into her mind. "Remove it from my sight!" Liora shrieks, curling her legs up onto the seat as her composure completely fractur

" I froze. I'd never heard anything like that before. "You're lying! My mom would never do that!" Connor's grip tightened like he wanted to crush my jaw. "It's all in my mother's journal, clear as day. Your mom was a filthy homewrecker." Tears welled up from the pain. I used all my strength to slap him. "You're lying! She's not like that! She's not!" Connor let out a mocking laugh. "Lying in that hospital bed now? Looks like she's finally getting what she deserves. And using her daughter worked just fine."

His eyes opened once — still black, still too bright, like polished obsidian. “They’re… whispering,” he croaked. His lips cracked on the words. “They know your name, Killian. They’ve always known it.” Killian gripped his wrist. “Don’t listen.” Daryl coughed, and blood flecked his chin — not red, but dark, almost purple. It shimmered faintly in the torchlight, as though threads of shadow clung to it. The sight drew murmurs from the fighters closest. “He’s tainted.”

The faded morning rays came into the factory giving little light to an abandoned factory and that stirred Liam from his sleep and ache in his body making him open his eyes and the view was blood strained nipples. Liam jerked back and found Amber beneath him covered in red and purple marks and his head of dick was inside her. He removed himself from her and following his dick, blood with white liquid came out of her. The blood of her purity was dried on the floor. The red torture pussy was swollen.

Those same arms which used to provide her with the sense of security but now they were tainted in that dark crimson liquid. She travelled her eyes up to meet his gaze and the thing that hurted her more was there was no remorse or regret in his demeanor of the thing he had just done. He was entirely unbothered by it. There was no emotion on his face. He was feeling totally blank and numb. She continued to stare at him without speaking a single word until her vision started turning blurry. Her head spinned. Black dots started coming in front of her. Her breathing hardened. She lost her own body's strength to stand properly and was about to fall but his blood stained arms got wrapped around her

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

Zira could think of a dozen places to sell valuable books like that but it hadn’t even occurred to her to try. “With all due respect, Erin is full of shit. I didn’t take her keycard and I for damn sure didn’t touch any of those books. I don’t know who even put the list on my desk. I assumed you did by mistake after I couldn’t find them.” She was out of breath but trying to keep it together. This had to be Erin’s doing. She knew her boyfriend kept coming onto Zira and she hated it. But she couldn’t admit that to Hope. She would never believe her. Townies stuck together no matter what. “I hardly think that Erin is capable of a lie with consequences of this magnitude to happen.” Hope scoffed.

“Definitely! You made a statement! So how was it? Are you and Dominic actually cool now?” Maeve shrugged her shoulders carelessly. “Sure, we can say that,” she lied. They were definitely not cool. The man practically followed her into the bathroom like a fucking creep to threaten her. Nope, not cool at all. As the image of Dominic towering over her and glaring down at her flashed through Maeve’s head, she immediately remembered how she felt, how she was suddenly feeling again – hot and bothered. It seemed as though he was this close to leaning down and kissing her in the bathroom. The image of Dominic kissing flashed through her head again, slamming his mouth against hers. Okay, what the act

Clara says, checking herself in the mirror and applying her lipstick. "Who am I dealing with again?" June asks, remembering she hadn't been given a name. "Miles White." Clara replied and June's heart dropped. Whoever didn't know whose name that was, was probably unalike. No way she had gotten herself in this much trouble with the Whites. They were a lineage of endless billionaires and anything they blessed bloomed but what they cursed, withered. But then when she remembered why she was doing all of this, she didn't care if she shot down the president as long as she learned what happened amidst lies and truth for her deceased father's sake and her mother's treatment she was even more willing

The blood-stained memories flooded my mind, the haunting images of my parents' lifeless bodies and the wreckage of our shattered lives. "No, Vincenzo. Please, I can't," I pleaded, my voice quivering with fear. I pointed to his car, my trembling finger betraying the turmoil within me. "I can see their faces. I can see the blood everywhere. I can't bear it." The crimson stains seemed to seep into every corner of my vision, a constant reminder of the irreversible tragedy. The voices in my head taunted me, repeating the accusations that tore at my soul. The weight of guilt threatened to consume me, overwhelming any semblance of hope or peace.