Purity Novels & Stories

said Francois. Leonna releases her cries, she couldn’t hold it any longer. There’s a pain in her chest that is suffocating her. She thought of how lovely and kind her mum was to her. “How could I not tell that she isn’t my mum? My mum who was the kindest person wouldn’t test my loyalty to them all the time. My beautiful hearted mum wouldn’t look down on me and would praise me all the time. She would have wanted me to be happy like she had always said to me. How could I not tell that that isn’t my mum? My poor mum, why would they do that to her. She leans on Marianne and cries anguishly. Even Marianne couldn’t help to cry with her.

"I see why she would want you to marry someone who was pure-blooded. I think that's what you deserve." He sat up. "First, I've gotten much more than I deserve with you. Second, there are not many of my kind left and I've met every pure-blooded woman on this earth. None of them were my mate, so I have no interest in any of them. Don't let Victoria fool you into thinking that I'm settling with you." "Okay," I sighed, even though I wasn't completely convinced.

“I’m sure you’ve heard of the Great War of Aetherfall. Humans died in scores simply for being caught in the crossfire. We were collateral damage in battles we never asked for.” His voice remained even, almost kind, which somehow made it worse. “But no more. The Purity Organization exists to ensure humanity never kneels again.” “By torturing innocent people?” I spat. He didn’t flinch. “No, we are evolving. By conducting essential research. Through it, we discovered something extraordinary.” I frowned. “Don’t tell me…” He smiled wider. “You have guessed right. We found a way to extract mana from supernaturals and transfer it into humans.”

I was trying to lay it out there so Lisa understood I don’t want a relationship with anyone. “But you know he has to be hot if he is L.A.’s most eligible bachelor, there’s no harm in mixing business and a little bit of pleasure.” Lisa gave me that crooked smile like she was planning something. “I just don’t understand how a beautiful woman like you hasn’t snagged a gorgeous husband by now. It just doesn’t seem right, you have the body, the smarts and of course those sexy green eyes.”

"Forget it. Nothing happened as far as I'm concerned. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I put you in a weird position. Can we just forget the whole thing, and start over. Tabula rasa?" Does Arlo Finch feel the same way I do? Or am I imaging the whole thing? "What's tabula rasa?" I ask, thinking it's kind of hot he said something foreign. "It's Latin for blank slate or clean slate. I am asking you if we can wipe our slates clean and start over? So, tabula rasa?" He asks again and smiles with that dam dimple showing. And despite that dimple showing, and making me feel butterflies, I decide to shake his hand.

Purity hissed, leaning forward, "but that means absolutely nothing. That mark won't activate or bind your souls until he has actually mated with you. And you know damn well he'll never touch you like that. You're just a political prisoner." I let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Is that so? What makes you so damn sure about that, Purity? Because let’s be real—if you were actually that confident about Adrian never mating with me, you wouldn't have sliced your own wrist open out of pure jealousy last night." Purity’s face instantly twisted into a hideous mask of pure, blinding fury. "You bitch!" she scre

“Yes.” He walked toward a quieter part of the warehouse and made the call. Amelia watched him for a moment before turning toward the back of the building. Purification Touch. The system had said it could remove contaminants, toxins, and corruption through direct contact. She needed to know exactly what that meant. She looked around until she spotted an old container near a rusted drainage valve. The container looked like it had been sitting there for years. There was dark, stagnant water inside. Amelia walked over and crouched beside it.

to break down the dead-logic into its most basic, non-threatening components. "We’re mining the 'Trash' of a billion years," Kiri said, her voice filtered through a respirator. She was monitoring the "Purity-Vents," where the crushed entropy was converted into "Construction-Silt." "It’s unstable, Elen. The silt still tries to 'Un-Be' itself. If we don't keep it under constant 'Observation-Pressure,' it dissolves back into a 'Grey-Plane'."

“I can’t even remember when I was last pure.” Sixteen. Nineteen. Somewhere in between. But the truth? I knew exactly when. I just didn’t want to remember. Didn’t want to dig up the bones I’d buried under years of denial. “Your purity has nothing to do with your virginity,” he said firmly, his conviction heavy. “It’s who you are, Savannah. There’s a goodness in you most people can’t even fathom. You carry a certain light. That’s what makes you pure.”

“Is it still dirty somehow even though it looks clean enough for us to drink?” “That question is almost correct. You see, it’s because of the substance within it. Notice when I said purified water and not pure water. Pure water came from the water source which was already filtered by the mountain. The water underwent a natural filtering process and ended up becoming a river, or a waterfall. But purified water is the dirty water that we purified using purifier. That is not filtered naturally. It’s purified by adding something else. That is not healthy for us because there is an added essence inside it,” the teacher answered and explained slowly. “But how do you know the water you drink is pur