Tainted Love Novels & Stories

He fucked me senseless across the room, against the floor-to-ceiling window, city lights witnessing as he slammed in from behind, hand over my mouth to muffle screams; on the plush rug, animalistic and raw, nails raking his back; finally on his lap in an armchair, face to face, slow and deep, his scar brushing my cheek with each grind. "You're not leaving after the debt clears," he whispered during a rare pause, nipping my ear lobe, drawing a bead of blood he sucked away. "This is forever now, pet. My twisted little shadow." Toxic love coiled around us, dark and intoxicating, the party's distant laughter a mocking backdrop to our moans.

“She is my mate, Arnold. Mine. You think you can steal what’s bound to me by bond? You think you can play house with her, make her forget who she belongs to?” “You’re sick,” I spat. “You betrayed her. You chose Elara over her. You humiliated her. You don’t deserve to speak her name.” “And yet she’s still mine,” Tamlin said, his voice twisting with obsession. “You can parade her around, you can dress her in gifts, you can lie to yourself that she loves you. But when it comes down to it, Arnold… that bond is mine. She was born for me. She will end with me.”

Or with the person you love the most? “Let’s take you home…” I felt hands lifting me up, yet my body was too painful to act. My heart was hanging on Just one vein, one string named Aurora, Aurora, I want her back in my life. I want Aurora… I’m sorry for killing Paxton’s Heathen, but I’m not sorry for killing Heathen. I guess, sins counts, that’s why true love only happens with people with heart, a rather pure heart. So, will my love be fulfilled? How many sins did I commit?

Coralyn exclaimed. Amour immediately became worried. "Really? What if he takes it badly?" Amour said worriedly. "I need to tell him right now!" Amour said and made to leave "No, not like that! Since he wanted his confession to be special, let's make yours special too" Coralyn winked. "You sure?" Amour asked and Coralyn nodded Coralyn looked at the arena to see Viper was staring at her. He winked and muttered an inaudible "I love you"

"After everything we've endured—the assassination attempts, the silver-laced traps, Hang's brutal murder that still haunts my nightmares with the scent of burning fur and flesh. I let him touch her. I told him to do whatever it took to extract the truth from that viper Lisa. 'Use her weaknesses,' I said, like a fool blinded by loyalty. But that... that wasn't strategy. That wasn't a calculated ploy. I felt it through the bond—his lust, thick and choking, wrapping around me like smoke from a funeral pyre. He wanted her, Damian. He craved her more than he wanted to shield me from the agony of witnessing it. The bond doesn't lie; it broadcasts every filthy desire, every hidden hunger." Heavy fo

He paid with a thick stack of bills and left, the orchid held securely against his chest, right over the fresh, bleeding tattoo. I leaned my forehead against the cold, dirty brick of the building. The image seared into my mind: the bloody script of her name, the dangerous bloom bought at great cost and risk, the utter totality of his commitment to a fiction. There were no more questions. No more what-ifs. The proof was in the ink and the thorns. His love was a sealed tomb, and I had been foolishly knocking on the door from the outside, in the cold, for years. The final, fragile thread inside me snapped without a sound.

"I'm sorry. I know I messed up, but I love you. I meant it when I said I love you that night. I didn't say that just go keep you feet afloat, I said it because I meant it and because that is the way I feel in my heart for you. You break my heart when you ignore me like this. All I need is another chance." Tania stops in her tracks, her eyes meeting mine for the first time since she entered the room. I can see the hurt in her eyes, and I know that it's going to take more than just a simple apology to make things right between us. "Really, Talon?" she says, her voice laced with bitterness. "Because from where I stand, it doesn't seem like you care about anyone but yourself. You hurt me, Talon.

Taran touches my cheek, “I was always willing to share until it came to you. Just thinking about another man thinking about you puts me into a jealous rage. It doesn’t even have to be a man. That might be why the huldrea are so cold towards you, because they know I will burn them to a crisp if they touch you.” I smile, “Now who’s possessive?” “I never claimed to be without flaws.” Taran says teasingly. “Taran,” I whisper leaning into his touch. “I love you.” Taran lets out an unsteady breath before kissing me. The kiss is hard and desperate. He stops kissing me and whispers, “And I you, little dove. Even if it damns me, my soul will love yours. I am forever yours. After my time is over in th

she recounted. "Are you suggesting you were set up? And by whom?" "Love set me up. I was betrayed by love itself, and no one else," she answered. "I’m not here to point fingers, so don’t expect me to name names after all, the real fool in this tale is me. The reason I put my signature to a document I hadn’t even glanced at was love, not greed or money, but love," she said with a faint smile. I shot a glare, my focus shifting to Daniel, who sat as still as a statue.

Love is a complex being. One that most would sell their all for to decipher, but in most cases their all isn't nearly enough to cover the cost of this delicate emotion that we all want to feel, understand, charish and give back to the one most deserving of being gifted by this godly given. All we want is something pure, something clean and untouched by our sinful hands, but that is as rare as chickens teething.