Purity Novels & Stories

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.

I read some titles and I can’t believe it. "Healing potion, Flying potion, fast running potion, shifting forms potion, turns into animals potion." What the fuck are these experimentation?! Is this still true? Or maybe the author is just playing tricks on us. Does that still happen in real life because even the love potion is there. What the heck! I can't believe this. Will those potions still work? It seems hard to believe. We are now in new generation and until now those experimentation are still alive and had been utilized? How was that even possible?!

I said, my voice shaking slightly. "Good," he replied, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "VH14 is a drug that was created by your father, as you may or may not know. When injected into the body, the person who receives it will follow the first instruction given to them by the first person they see. They'll see that person as their master, as their God, and will be willing to do anything to please them, even if it means killing themselves."

His normally steel blue-grey eyes gleamed back green. "Now Mr. James Monroe," said Penina's husband, Art. "I'm going to classify you as a Sigma four. High enough to get you that campaign job, but not so high they think you have money. Your attributes will be hearing and sight, that shouldn't get you into too much trouble, as well as strength, hence the sigma part and you seem to fit the bill physically for that, and your last one will be-" He flicked at the screen a moment as he thought. "How about dexterity?" Penina chuckled behind him. Warmth trickled with her laugh. "My dear, you have just made him into a male model."

Of course, a faith too impure would be automatically filtered away by the angel’s bloodline, the rest could be accepted and thus followers were another tainters of an angel. Praying to the holy fountain was to give up this faith accumulated and in turn receive something purer, a blessing termed ‘holiness’. Only a saint could never be tainted, if the average angel’s holiness was about 90 to 99 then thiers was a full-on 100.

Just the faint scent of incense lingering in the air and the soft tick of the old clock in the vestry. “I am not blaming you, Angela,” I answered calmly. “I am telling you the truth. You cannot claim to be righteous for a sin you have never been tempted by. That is not virtue. That is ignorance.” Her lips parted. A small, incredulous breath escaped. “So because I have not acted on every stray thought, I am ignorant? Because I have kept myself pure—” “You have not kept yourself pure,” I interrupted gently. “You have simply avoided the battlefield. Purity is not the absence of temptation. It is the victory over it.”

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.”

Her words hit like shards of glass small, sharp, cutting deeper with every one. “Your father,” she continued, “was brilliant, but he was obsessed with power. He believed hybrids, half human, half wolf were an abomination. Damian’s father agreed. Together they created something called Project Purity.” “Project Purity?” I repeated, the words tasting like poison. Elara nodded. “A secret operation meant to erase hybrid bloodlines. Anyone born with human ancestry was either killed or experimented on.” I felt sick. My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. “You mean tortured.”

Lilies, a flower he had loved so much and the scents alone made him feel at peace. As he stared at the white petals, he remembered that which are often said about lilies, a signification of purity, really? Then what about the woman who was named after them, is she pure? Hell, he doubts that. He doubt’s if lilies are even pure as they said. They are just like white lotus, beautiful and innocent to the eyes but very dangerous to touch and the woman named after it was just as dangerous to the heart as the flowers itself are to the hands. There was absolutely nothing innocent or pure about them, definitely not.

"So, Mrs. Wright, you want to end your marriage." "Yes." "Does your husband know?" "Not yet." She studied me for a moment before asking, "Is there someone else involved?" "My husband is having an affair with my…cousin." Her expression barely changed. "Do you have evidence of the affair?" "Yes." "Good,” she said brightly. “Keep everything you have. Messages, photographs, financial records, anything that can establish what happened. Whether we need to use it will depend on the circumstances of your divorce, but I would rather have too much evidence than too little."