Purity Novels & Stories

SAVAGE LOVE GENRE: Romance By, Tamar writes PROLOGUE Amour sniffed back her tears as she watched the scene before her. Never in her life would she have imagined getting herself in this situation she currently was. It felt like a never ending nightmare. The sound of footsteps was what rented the room, it was coming from a tall figure, his gaze never left the man that was tied down on a chair with both his hands chained down on the table The figure held a sharp silver colored knife in his hand, twirling as if it was his play toy, a vicious smirk playing on his lips Every step he took instilled fear and panic

Hard. "Nghh...I'm close! Hendry, love me, baby, love me hard!" Hendry groaned and pulled out and slammed hard. Repeatedly hitting his spot with such perfection. Sloan whined, he pushed back meeting each thrust of his fiance's until he finally soiled his hand with his warm cum. "Damn..." His legs trembled from the intense orgasm, Sloan could barely hold his weight when Hendry's hand wrapped his middle and held him up. The man kept on pushing in and out until he unloaded himself inside the condom with a loud groan.

It played the scene anyway, paying no heed to my protests and pleas. I could still remember it like it was just yesterday. I had tried my best to forget about it, but nothing worked. It was like a constant reminder, of how I lost my virginity so brutally and shamefully. It was three months after my mother had died from leukemia. My step father had gotten so depressed, that he had started drinking and doing drugs. He found his solace at the bottom of the bottle and the smoke in his lungs, while I found mine in painting and dancing.

She even kept emphasizing that she had no friends and family. Kingston was thinking that if he took such a girl to Sabrina, she would certainly feel that this girl was so pure and cute. He did not mean that if the girl had a boyfriend, had cohabited with someone, or something like that, then she would no longer be pure. The pureness that Kingston was thinking of was of the mind and not the body. At the very least, even if the girl were to tell him next that she had lived in cohabitation with her boyfriend and had broken up after that, Kingston would still think that this girl is very pure and kind.

I nod to indicate that I’m following along. “Jessa’s test results indicate that she has indeed been poisoned multiple times as she has a high load of the three highest purities available; fifty, sixty, and seventy-five percent. Fifty percent purity is where the staphylococcus bacteria starts being used in the silver and her deadly load shows it.” “What happens now?” I ask somberly.

"Still Noah be careful, if Peter knows, he will find a way to take your power." Amos admonished me. "I know, but I still don't understand, is the power after purification very powerful?" I asked, looking at the two men. "Humans need blood to sustain their lives, and Bloods usually use the power of their race. The power of purification comes when a powerful Blood purifies his or her original power through spiritual energy, and even humans are able to blend perfectly, and it does not conflict with the recipient's own power." Amos explained to me.

Garrett’s eyes flickered. "Grandson?" Garrett asked. "You brought the boy?" "He is safe," I said. "Far away from your needles and your cages." "You misunderstand me Elara," Garrett said. He took a sip of his drink. "Project Purity is not about cages. It is about freedom. Freedom from the curse." "It is not a curse," Kael spoke up. His voice was deep and rumbling. "It is a gift." Garrett looked at Kael with disdain.

"That's what makes people connect. That's what makes them trust her. Not because she's perfect, but because she's honest." "Honesty doesn't drive market share," I said. "Strategic positioning drives market share." "You're wrong," Eli said, and it was the first time he'd directly contradicted me without immediately offering an alternative framework. "Honesty does drive market share. Because when people feel seen and understood, they build loyalty. That's how brand advocacy starts. Not with perfection. With recognition." I wanted to argue that the data didn't support this, but I was starting to understand that I couldn't win arguments with Eli by citing data if the data was measuring the wrong

One of them had nearly caused the deaths of the royal twins. The threat outside was terrifying, but the threat inside was a poison that had to be cut out immediately. "We call this the Purification," Remus said, his deep voice echoing off the rough stone walls. He stepped to a wooden table in the center of the room. On it sat a heavy basin made of pure, polished silver, filled to the brim with sacred spring water from the pack’s ancestral lands. "An ancient custom for dark times. When a wolf’s loyalty is pure, the silver honors them. But if your soul is stained by treason..."

The journal mentioned the Purists—Voren’s faction—but I need clarity. Cassia takes over, her voice sharp. “The Purists are old-school subnaturals, mostly Pures like your dad’s Silvercrest line—shifters, some elementals—who believe subs are superior to humans and hybrids. They want a world where Pures rule, hybrids are erased, and humans are subjugated or worse. Voren Silvercrest, your grandfather, leads them. He’s a shifter, ancient, with a voice of command like Jorah’s, but twisted. He saw your parents’ marriage—Pure and hybrid—as a betrayal, and you as an abomination. The Purists’ll stop at nothing to wipe out the Conclave’s vision.”