Taint Body Part Novels & Stories

He seemed to be in an awful mood, he went inside and looked around before his eyes stopped at the far end of the tent. A wooden tub was already set up, it was filled with hot water which was emitting steam. He took off his dirtied armour exposing his tan skin that was now full of markings. He stepped closer to the wooden tub and then immersed himself in it soaking himself deeper in the water. Whilst washing his body, he could see and feel some old and new scars imprinted on his stomach and back. These made him feel more complicated. He grabbed his hair that had grown some length, taking all the strands in a fist. He groaned as he felt like punching at something or someone.

~~~Next morning~~~ It was a few minutes past 5 am when Xavier walked out of his bathroom with a black towel wrapped around his lean waist. The droplets of water glistened on his well-toned muscles as the water slid down his sculpted torso, disappearing into the V-shaped waistline of his body. There was an intricate crown tattoo on his chest with a bullet wound below it, a stark reminder of danger and survival. The contrast between the beauty of the tattoo and the harshness of the injury created a compelling image, drawing in one's curiosity to unravel the deeper meaning behind this poignant juxtaposition.

She will do anything just to not let it happen. The cold water cascades her body when the maids poured bathwater all over her body. Gently scrubbing her arms and exfoliating her body. Combing her hair with oils and herbs. But Morrigan could still feel the disgusting touches of Mathias in every nerve of her body. That even if her maids are helping her clean herself thoroughly it still feels like she was stained and tainted by grime that will never be washed away from her body. Thinking that no amount of water could wash away what he did to her, and no amount of water could take her innocence back to her. Morrigan's tears streamed down her face along with the water that cascades her beautiful

His legs were long, the muscles of his calves clean and defined beneath the water, the shape of his thighs faintly visible whenever his knees shifted. Half-submerged, his skin flushed a light red from the heat, he looked deceptively slight and refined at rest — but the moment he moved, there was an unmistakable power coiled just beneath the surface. Through the drifting white mist, Sharon could just make out a few old scars on his body, lending his otherwise marble-carved physique a certain wild edge. Sharon suddenly remembered the doctor mentioning that Thomas had once suffered abuse. A sharp ache rose in her chest. Just then, Thomas's voice broke the silence.

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.

Going pale, Nora burst into tears, shrieking that he was a deranged lunatic. Guests jeered. "As if Nora could ever be involved with someone like you. Prove it!" "Yeah, do you have evidence?" Nora’s face drained completely. The vagrant, Caleb Turner’s voice cut through the ballroom, "Strip off her dress. There’s a round red birthmark on her upper left thigh." Michael’s face flushed purple with fury. "Get this raving lunatic out of here!" I smirked. This bum might very well be the child’s real father. After all, Michael couldn’t father children.

I self-asked, yet I remained rooted in place, an observer to his enigmatic approach. As he drew nearer, my gaze was irresistibly drawn to the striking details of his body. His broad shoulders commanded attention, accentuated by veiny arms that spoke of strength. The contours of his abs drew my gaze, and… OMG… What am I doing? I muttered as I quickly looked away, embarrassed.

She nodded and my eyes widened in horror. “Full body?” I repeated feeling self conscious by the minute. The first one laughed politely. “I’m sorry miss, but the former beta female hates body hair.” Connor’s mum. Of course she would set unnecessary expectations for her son’s love interest. A sigh left my lips and I began to strip my clothing, starting with my shoe. “What other torture are you going to put me through?” After several minutes of waxing and exfoliation, two extremely painful procedures, they did a full penicure and manicure before a full face and body massage.

Hot showers are so relaxing. Holding my towel loosely at my hips, I stood in front of my mirror and examined my broken body. My wet hair, long and knotted, hung down just past my shoulders, so black it looked to have a purple hue to it. My pale clammy skin was spotted with new pinkish purple bruises and old yellowing bruises. Some the size of a small coin, others inches across. My gold lifeless eyes sat above dark purple circles, with bushy dark brows that spread all the way out to my temples. My small and perky breasts hung slightly to the sides. My thin waist and stomach accentuated my ribcage, with my hip and collar bones protruding out. The pale skin was splattered with dark pink scars.

White asked June whose dirty thoughts assumed something else that she had a blush creeping up on her cheeks. Mr. White lessened his tie before raising his eyebrows directly at the blush on June's face. "Hot weather allergies." she said in embarrassment trying to defend the last sane part of herself. "Okay." Was all he said before placing his hands on the table, clamped together leaning in his eyes focused on June who magically felt the air becoming too thick to breathe through her little nose