Bloody Tainted Lies Mga Nobela at Kwento

“She’s mine.” Elena kissed me over his shoulder as I fucked her through it. Damien fled wounded, promising war. We collapsed in the crypt, fucking slowly on the stone floor. Tender in the violence. My cock sliding in and out of her cum-filled holes. “I love you, Alex. All the lies… they led me back to you.” “I know,” I whispered, filling her one last time. But trust was shattered. New lies waited. The Blackwoods mobilized. Police sirens in the distance, bought and paid for. We had the will now. The fortune. But at what cost?

I asked softly. “We need it to be believable. Their grief will cement the lie. I will tell them as soon as it is safe." Cillian's tone was not cruel, but it was direct. He was in Alpha mode. Shadowlands came first above all as he continued his scheme. “We need…and I’m sorry to say this but we need blood for the room Matilda was kept in. It’s got to look like I killed her and then Tange. That’s what they will be expecting me to have done. To be out of control, a loose cannon they can twist into abdicating or forming some twisted alliance.”

I believed he was my last safe harbor. I had been carrying Ryan’s pup. On the day of our marking ceremony, he turned his back on me and marked Daisy, who was also with pup. He declared, in front of the entire Pack, that the child in my womb wasn’t his. That it was a bastard. A pup of unknown blood. Then he did something even crueler— He accused my father of treason, claiming he had conspired with outsiders and betrayed the Darkmoon bloodline. My father collapsed in front of the great hall.

Ashley teased, pointing at Garnet. Garnet simply smiled, while John cleared his throat awkwardly. "Okay… maybe this year," he said hesitantly. Garnet turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. He had no choice. He had to lie. "That’s settled then! I’ll call Esmeralda later—I have good news for her!" Diana said excitedly. Then, the unexpected happened. "I don’t want to get pregnant." The room fell into silence. All three of them turned to look at Garnet.

A simple, plain white box like the type you can get from any store. Slowly, he lifts the lid. I gasp. There is a white fabric inside the box. However, the fabric is full of dark stains spreading across it like spilled wine. And those stains… Those stains are blood! My hand flies to my stomach as I fight back the sudden urge to vomit. Summoning courage, I look closely at the box and see that the fabric is a baby blanket! Blood. A baby blanket covered in blood. “What the hell is this rubbish?” Liam snarls and right then, he pulls out a note that is folded on top of the blanket.

"The baby? Henry is six, Joshua. What are you talking about?" I looked at the tablet. I opened a second file. "The rogues didn't just attack the apartment," I said. My hands began to shake again. "They took samples. Bianca wasn't just killing the competition. She was harvesting." Richard stood up. "Harvesting what?" "The True Blood," I said. I scrolled down to a lab report dated three weeks ago. "She wasn't just mimicking the bond, Richard. She was trying to grow a replacement." I turned the tablet toward him.

And I had memorized every single line until my vision blurred and my eyes watered. Now, I looked her dead in the eye and said calmly, “Aleksei Mikhailov. Russian Mafia, former Bratva second-in-command. Tried to defect in 2020 after the Moscow Butcher was assassinated. Information on him was hidden in a burn vault in Saint Petersburg—Sector Zeta-5. Coordinates embedded with a biometric lock keyed to his daughter’s retinal scan.” Evangeline’s eyes lit up as the information poured out of my mouth. “Yes,” she whispered, eyes hungry for more. “Yes, that’s the one.”

“Way stronger than any rogue I’d faced before.” “I know,” I whispered, barely able to catch my breath. “It’s like they weren’t even…wolves anymore.” That was when I looked down. The blood on my hands—it wasn’t red. It wasn’t the crimson I was used to, the kind that came with wounds and wars and too many years of violence. No, this was black. Thick. Oily. Like tar. Like rot. I blinked, thinking maybe I was seeing things wrong, but then I saw it on Nolan too. On Ava’s face. On Liam’s claws. On Shane and Jade. All of us. Covered in that black, putrid mess.

I never liked that I was a vampire but it was moments like this that made me absolutely loathe what I was. Lying to her though was not an option, I wanted to be honest with her. Honesty was a moral I held at high esteem and I could not go back on my values now just because I hated what I was. She was still staring at me, waiting for a reply and it was now or never. "I'm a vampire Clara Shawn, I'm a blood sucking, night loving vampire." And then there was silence. I could not read her thoughts or her aura towards me just like before. This was new to me.

My eyes widen at the sight of it. The rose is wilted, its petals on the verge of falling off. Beneath it is a glass reflecting my horrified reflection. I take the rose from the box to see what's beneath. There it is, a message in the middle of the glass, stroked in crimson. Happy 25th, Red. Love D. "Nonononono," I whisper in sheer panic, stuffing the rose back into the box and covering it quickly as I hear the doorknob rattling.