Tainted Love Novels & Stories

“Ah, yes, I-I did. I’m sorry- please don’t be angry- i-it was just a small sip-“ “Shh…” Leon hushed then gently tapped her cheeks. It was slow, its pace was even. The touch was oddly addicting, like the fingers of a devil- tempting, beckoning. When he stopped the gesture, Agnes whimpered, she was looking for it- her body was looking for it. “Silly, why would I get angry with you over a mere wine?” Agnes did not answer, nor did he wait for one. He scooped her up from the ground and put her on his bed. “It seems like you’re drugged.”

“No need to get jealous babe. I'm here to make you look hotter than I am, so that your mate wouldn't tear his gaze from you.” The thought of Alpha Alessandro thinking I was hot made my panties soak with my cream. Scarlet washed over my face and I immediately looked away from my friend. “See how you are blushing at the mention of your mate. Goddess alone knows who this man you are hiding from your best friend is.” She closed the door and started walking away, leaving me standing at the door. “That's not the case and you know that.” I pouted playfully and ran towards her. She gave me a long look and sighed.

Days later, the thug said I paid him to kill Jessy, said I was so jealous of how close she and Wayne were, I had lost my mind. Jessy cried and begged Wayne to forgive me and the thug. She made herself look noble, forgiving, merciful. After that, the Hilton family hated me. I never did any of that, truly. I had begged Wayne to investigate Jessy's finances. I needed to prove I had nothing to do with that man. They found nothing in her accounts. However, they did find a one million dollar wire transfer from my account that went straight to the thug. Wayne locked me in the basement that night and told me to think it over. He said if I had any shame left, I would kneel and apologize to Jessy.

he brushed his thumb along her cheekbone, “…we figure it out. Together.” Her smile was fragile but radiant. She leaned into his touch, pressing her lips to his palm. “Together,” she echoed. And for the first time, Julian allowed himself to believe it could be true. But beneath the warmth, beneath the intimacy, a shadow lingered. Because love—if that was what this was becoming—was never simple. And theirs was tainted, a devotion carved from forbidden lines. Julian knew one thing with absolute certainty: whatever price the world demanded for this, he would pay it.

“You should hate me, Amelia. After everything with Chris… Eric… Cassie. They all came after me, but you took the damage. You don't want me after this. Come on!” “Love is not about deserving, Lach. Come on!” “Love is messy, Amleia. That's why we're in this mess. We are both tied. down by the people we thought we loved. Love is ugly. It's—” “Real!” My cracked voice echoed in the room. “Love is real, and it's ours.”

But before he could speak—if he even intended to— I whispered, low and shattered, “I wish... I had never loved you." And then I turned. Stormed upstairs. Tears fell fast, hot and unseen—thankfully hidden from the monster who'd take pleasure in watching me fall apart. But I knew…. He saw them anyway. Because no matter how much I denied it—he was the closest anyone had ever come to my soul. And he touched every inch of it. And tainted every part of it.....With his fucking filth.

Was all I could say but Tiffany slapped me across the cheek. "You wouldn't know what love is even if it danced naked infront of you in a pink too-too." The slap hurt my cheek and I felt like it had been set ablaze but I continued to talk. "If you claim to love Grey so much, why do you want the Dark Moon Sapphire." Tiffany smiled wickedly ad she replied.

His hesitantly brings his fingers to my tattoo, his touch ghosting over my skin. I scrutinize the tattooed letters on his fingers. A, M, L, R, O. They don't spell anything but here I am, telling myself that they probably stand for something. He's barely touching me but my entire body is on fire, I want his touch so bad it hurts my chest. I feel like I'm trapped in a small box and I can't breathe or move or think. Our eyes lock and I realize that we're both panting, chests heaving, fucking electrifying.

ignoring her plead I tickled her until she almost feel off the bed making me stop. Tiana was very ticklish and I liked that about her, she makes me feel alive and I haven't felt this way about anyone before, smiling I pulled her close snuggling her body and I whispered, “I love you Tiana,” staring into her eyes I could see it clouded with adoration. Leaning down, she kissed me softly and said, “I love you too baby,” she whispered and slowly got out of the bed. I whined, “why are you leaving the bed?”

Volume nine has four more entries referencing the Moreau working over the following two years, as Beatrice Ashworth followed the story the way scholars follow stories, with the patient accumulation of additional data. The second entry, from January 2000, describes the mechanics as Beatrice understood them from her correspondence with the New Orleans branch: The Lover's Ruin operates through the following mechanism: upon inheritance of the target's fortune, the heir inherits the curse simultaneously. The curse compels the heir to destroy their truest love through pride, cruelty, and self-sabotage. The stronger the genuine love, the stronger the compulsion to destroy it. Duration: indefinite.