Tainted Heart Novels & Stories

“I am not your entertainment.” I lifted the dagger to my heart, not to stab, but to feel the weight of what vengeance meant. My voice trembled like someone else’s. “You were right, Alpha,” I said into the empty room. “Once you are tainted with sin… it clings to you. It swallows you. It becomes…you.” The tears that fell now were cold. “And if I am already damned,” I breathed, “I might as well become the monster you wanted.” I lowered the blade and tightened my grip until it hurt.

The two guards marched me back to the penthouse suite. They tossed me onto the living room sofa without a word. The pack healer spoke cautiously, "Alpha, Miss Sinclair isn't seriously injured. It's just a superficial scratch, there's no need..." "No need?" Cain cut her off, his voice glacial. "I need to be absolutely certain. The shards of the Heart of the Moon are tainted with Lupita's scent. Only her purest Luna blood can cleanse this contamination. Now, draw her blood."

I was the destroyer who held the poisoned cure. I stood by the entrance, the tainted thread a sickly ember in my hand. Its light pulsed irregularly, each flicker a painful throb behind my eyes. I could feel the chaotic echo of my own heartbreak within it, a feedback loop of anguish. To channel this into Maia, even with the purest intent, would be an act of violence. It might restore her leg, or it might simply overwrite her with my own shattered consciousness.

I whisper, bitter, exhausted, “you really don’t have a heart.” He sets the glass down with deliberate care, then starts unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly. Like this is a reveal he’s practiced. “You want to see my heart?” He pulls the fabric aside. A brand. A brutal, scarred B, burned into his flesh right over his heart. Angry. Permanent. “It stands for Blackburn,” he says flatly. “Lucinda has one too.” My stomach twists. Whatever they endured, it was hell. Real hell.

Hello readers, thank you for following the story so far. The plot is about to take a dark and intense turn. I made an effort to incorporate the elements of a dark romance, danger, suspense, and maybe a bit of romance. Keep in mind that the title of this book is “TAINTED LOVE” (A Dark Mafia Romance). What is the first thing that comes to your mind? If you believed the book was dark in the previous chapters, well, it has just intensified. LOL.

"I couldn't pay the toll. I couldn't remember what love felt like. I tried... and it was empty." "Because you were looking in the wrong place," I said, my voice softening slightly, though it remained firm. "You were looking for a memory of love that was untainted. But there is no such thing anymore. We are tainted, Nash. We are damaged. We have seen hell, and we have the scars to prove it." I took his hand, ignoring the way my stomach churned at the contact. I pressed it against his chest, right over his heart. It was beating erratically, a trapped bird in a cage.

Instead I stood on my hind legs. "Woah... She's something else." I heard a human breathe out. Scarlett looked beyond terrified. She shook in her boots and attempted to use her power, but it was not working. I then growled and charged towards her. In a matter of seconds my clawed hand-like paw was dripping in blood and through Scarlett's chest, and her heart was in my hand. It was warm and still beating. "This heart was pure, but the soul was dark and dirty. I will find you a new body." I said. And with that I lifted the heart towards the moonlight and slowly it disappeared, awaiting a soul to match its own goodness.

They would only panic and get in the way. The revelation of the Tainted answered the question of what had killed the Nobles, at least. Someone had poisoned them using newborn Tainted venom. But who, how, and why were another story entirely. The most disturbing news was their target. My thoughts circled back to Trisha, to her defiance, her strange resistance to auras. If she became a Tainted… the thought made my blood run cold. She’d be the most deadly creature to ever walk the earth. It’s likely not even a Royal would be able to take her on alone.

Her lips, soft and yielding beneath mine, had ignited a fire within me, a wildfire that threatened to consume the carefully constructed walls I'd built around my heart. I poured myself another glass of amber liquid, the rich burn of the vodka offering a poor substitute for the lingering warmth of her touch. My fingers traced the rim of the crystal glass, the echo of her name resonating in the stillness. Little sparrow. The nickname had slipped out, a possessive murmur against her ear, a stark contrast to the cold, calculating persona I presented to the world. I had tasted her fear, a delicate tremor beneath my lips, and it had fueled the flames of my desire. But there was something else too,

1 After taking a bath, she emerged from the bathroom without wiping off anything. Heart wanted to disappoint Mister K so he wouldn’t come back to her. She went to the vanity mirror and grabbed her pills, placing three in her palm. Maybe if she took all of them, she wouldn’t wake up for a week. Just one. She hurriedly went to the kitchen to get water. Heart felt like she was sweating ice water. She still didn’t want to do what was about to happen, to give away her purity to a man she didn’t love or even know. “What’s wrong, Heart? Are you going to keep doing this?” She chastised herself as she lay down on the bed, holding her blindfold.