Taint Body Novels & Stories

You have to believe me! She pulled off her jacket, revealing skin on her chest that was raw and nearly bleeding. "I've cleaned it all up. I erased every mark. Please just give me one more chance, okay?" She stared at me, pleading for even a hint of pity. I gave her none. I exhaled and said, "This no longer matters to me, Rene. You need to look after yourself." Rene sank to the floor with a thud, covering her face as her sobs shook the room. I didn't turn back. I got into my car and drove off onto the boulevard.

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Her nipples were taunt and stood out on the soft fabric. Alex was aghast, his breath quickened and his arousal responded immediately. Jane wasn't immediately aware of his bodily response. She walked seductively towards him and rubbed her hand slowly through his hairs. Her taut nipples rubbed on his lips. Alex closed his eyes and flared his nostrils to sniff her body spray, it was tantalizing. He could not hold back, he tried to push away from her but she persisted. Jane saw the glitter in his eyes. She noticed when he gave in and decided to take her.

I confess. As we walk to the cashier, I'm glad to notice that here is no existing line, because that is literally all I need right now to push me closer to the verge of an upcoming mental breakdown. "Hello, I'm Stacey, what can I get for you today?" The cashier asks, taking our order. She has the brightest smile that is quite ironic for her appearance. Stacey's appearance is one that society would label as a goth. She has lip-, nose- and ear piercings, bright red hair, black eyeliner, finished off with a black matte lip. Her tattoos can be seen poking out from under the neckline of her shirt. Society has boxed people like her into a category that makes us believe that she would be mean, unca

"No. No, no, no. It’s just a book. I’m just tired. Characters don't... they don't look at the thumbprints." She grabbed a paper towel from her desk and reached down to wipe us up. "Stay back!" I tried to yell, but I didn't have a mouth. I was just a vibration in the ink. The paper towel touched the edge of my "Body." It didn't wipe me away. Instead, the white paper towel began to turn violet. The "Origin" power wasn't a simulation. It was **Corruption**. The violet color raced up the paper towel, touching the girl's fingers. She shrieked as her own skin began to glow with a faint, purple light.

We had gotten to the mansion and I could see Kevin standing, one hand in one pocket, cigarette in the other hand. He was wearing a tight blue jean this time around, but it was rugged. He wore a gray t-shirt and a black jacket, with his neck chain and now I noticed that he had a stud earring in one ear. He had on black high boots that were a perfect fit for his entire dark charisma. As we stopped at the mansion he wasted no time in walking towards me and he held the car door open for me in less than a second. He moved as fast as lightning, well of course, he is a vampire after all.

His towering, scarred frame was completely bare, his dark tattoos glistening under the running water. He didn't say a word. He simply stepped up behind her, his chest pressing against her wet, bare back, and took the bar of expensive sandalwood soap from her hands. Serena’s breath hitched as his large, calloused palms began to work up a rich, warm lather, spreading it slowly over her shoulders and down her arms. His movements were surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the feral dominance of the previous day. He turned her around smoothly, his eyes darkening as he washed her chest, his thumbs lightly grazing the tight peaks of her bosoms, which were still covered in a beautiful roadmap of

Then— a shape burst through the storm. A wolf crashed into the outer barricades hard enough to shatter wood and stone together. The body hit the courtyard floor violently. Still alive. Barely. Gasps spread instantly through Nightfall wolves. Because everyone recognized him. Tavian. One of Nightfall’s strongest border sentinels. Except now— something was horribly wrong. Black resonance veins spread beneath his skin like corruption. His claws had elongated unnaturally. Silver light flickered inside his eyes. Not controlled resonance. Contamination.

I pressed at it, ignoring the sting as I peeled it off. My eyes drift down, taking in the rest of me. I had lost too much weight, my collarbones jutted out, my arms looked thinner than I remembered, and my bony fingers trembled slightly as I flexed them. I doubt I could lift anything heavier than a glass of water. After what felt like hours of scrubbing, washing, and rinsing, I finally wrapped the towel around my body. As I stepped out of the bathroom, the damp towel clung to my skin, doing little to keep the cold away. I ran a hand through my wet hair, squeezing out the excess water, but it only dripped onto my shoulders.

the examiner's voice shook. "The body was a replica. A synthetic clone, engineered with advanced biomaterials. It was designed to perfectly mimic human tissue, right down to the DNA." "But under a microscope, we found traces of artificial manufacturing." "You're telling me someone created a fake body to deceive me?" "Y-yes, Boss. And creating such a replica would require extremely advanced technology and a huge amount of money." Darren released his grip, and the examiner staggered back. He paced back and forth in his office, his mind racing.