Bloody Tainted Lies Novels & Stories

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.

Chloe stood nearby, tears welling in her eyes, her body trembling as she sensed the tide turning against her. "Now," I declared, addressing the room, "I will show all of you exactly what happened the day Charles came into my room. I’ll prove that the video displayed for the world to see was fake—an AI-generated lie." I opened the video on Mr. Grey’s phone and held it up for Stanley to see. The footage played, clear and undeniable. Stanley’s eyes widened in shock as the truth unfolded before him. The video showed Charles entering my room that day, his intentions clear as he tried to force himself on me. I pushed him away, my fear evident, and fled outside. The reality was stark, unfiltered, a

My stomach twisted, both from fear… and something else I didn’t want to name. I clutched the blanket closer to my chest. “Liam, what do you mean?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he slowly pulled off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor with a wet slap. His white shirt underneath was stained deep red, the fabric clinging to his chest like second skin. Blood splatter painted his jaw and neck, already starting to dry in thin, rust-colored flakes. “Don’t lie to me,” I said, my voice more steady than I expected. “Was it… Nathan?”

The news announced, “This just in—Noelle Strom, chairwoman of Strom Inc., after five years of absence from the public eye, has resurfaced with her fiancé, Charles Atkinson, at a ceremony.” I watched her on that screen, glowing with success and confidence. Tears rolled down my cheeks. My mother and I had worked ourselves to the bone to clear her debts. Yet, it was all nothing but a lie. I sat there in a daze until dusk when Noelle’s call came in. On the phone, she sounded sweet as always. “It’s late. Why aren’t you home yet? Where are you? I’ll come get you.” I opened my mouth to speak, but all words failed me.

She told a lie to keep me safe, but it made me despise Levin, and I'm not sure how I feel about it now. Levin catches my eye and says, "Jerry." Tomorrow, we're going to move the fake bloodstone. Our best chance of fooling Damon is the ritual ground. You must be prepared. I nod, but I can feel the shard's pull on my hand. I lie, my voice steady, "I'm ready." However, I'm not. I'm caught between Mom's struggle for survival, Sasha's allure, and Levin's scheme. The voices in my head are screaming, and the shards are making them louder, but I still want to save her.