Bloody Tainted Lies Novels & Stories

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.

"If they're fake, then how do you explain the DNA test? And the billion-dollar inheritance they gave you? Unless…" In that instant, we all thought of the same possibility. "The inheritance transfer agreement is fake!" Laurel even grabbed Vita by the arm. "Anybody can get plastic surgery!" Since Vita actually knew about cosmetic work, she immediately reached out and examined Gillian's face. Sure enough, her face had been altered. But only Gillian's face. Orson and Keith both looked natural. Rebecca frowned. "Could it be that Mr. Cox really is your father, and only that woman is fake?"

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.

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

“You brought Crimson Fangs into our safehouse. You’re not owed gratitude.” “I want her,” Talia said simply. “She has the blood. The bond. The prophecy.” “The prophecy is a lie,” Lyra spat. “No,” Talia said softly. “It’s just inconvenient.” Behind her, two more wolves shifted, baring teeth. “I told them,” Talia went on. “I told the Crimson Fangs that you were valuable. That the blood in your veins is the last key to the ruins they can’t unlock. You think they care who dies to get it?”

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.

The shadows recoiled, hissing, as Rhydian's monstrous wolf form tore into them, his claws ripping through the primal darkness with feral precision. The Crone's laughter echoed, brittle and cold. *"Stubborn child. The Veil's decay is woven into your blood. Denial will only hasten the unraveling."* Eden's hand gripped my arm, his voice sharp. "She's lying. There's no taint in Dad's blood-I'd sense it." But doubt flickered in his eyes, a fracture in his unwavering faith.

The cover was a beautiful, artistic black and white shot of a woman dressed in only a pair of lacy panties and heels. She sat on her knees, slightly turned away from the camera so the viewer only saw the swell of her right breast. Her wrists were shackled behind her back, and from the reader's vantage point, it was clear that she was blindfolded and gagged. ‘BOUND’ the big, bold title of the magazine jumped out at me. The thought that Troy Bailey, the Lycan Prince of the North and big bad crime boss of Haverton, had pornography in his nightstand was both scandalous and hilarious at the same time.

For one strange breath the fated mate who had cast me out and the enemy Alpha who had taken me in stood on either side of me, agreeing on the same thing. Lucien saw it. His jaw tightened. "You believe you have caught me." He drew his coat against the cold, unhurried, a king declining to rush for peasants. "Bloodpine keeps records older than either of your packs' oldest lies. Older than your founding, Shade. Older than whatever Nightfall calls its history between killings. If there is a truth to be had about this girl's blood, it sleeps in my vault, and it has slept there longer than your families have known how to hold a pen. You would do better to want it found than to fear it." His eyes ca

" 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."