Tainted Love Novels & Stories

His lips parted, and he whispered in a tone so low, so dangerously sharp, that only she could hear it. "You're trembling, my sweet wife. And your perfume..." He took a slow, deliberate breath, inhaling the scent of her skin. "Vanilla? My file said Kendra only wears French jasmine. Tell me... are you afraid of a blind man? Or are you afraid of me finding out who you really are?" Avery’s eyes widened in sheer horror. Before she could even gasp, Damien pulled back, a ghost of a cold, knowing smirk playing on his lips, and pressed his lips firmly to hers.

Lance opened his drowsy eyes and looked at Katrina, leering at her. “Gabriella.” He said, caressing Katrina’s face. He was drunk to a stupor that he could not tell that the woman in his house was not Gabriella but Katrina who clearly was ready to take advantage of this opportunity. She smiled at her; leaning in to kiss him, and unable to control himself, Lance pulled Katrina on his lap and kissed her; his lips meeting hers hungrily and making her grasp with desire. Moving from her mouth, he planted several kisses on her neck; groaning with pleasure each moment he sank his lips onto her skin yet, all this love was for the woman who truly had his heart. He was physically with Katrina but his m

Just possession polished until it glittered like devotion. I hated how much that false tenderness hurt to look at. Because real love was messier. It argued. It failed. It returned. It touched old wounds without always knowing how to heal them. It had breath and heat and uncertainty in it. It did not move like this—clean, bloodless, unquestioned. “You’re showing me a corpse and calling it romance,” I said to the heart, and the future room trembled under the words.

"But your love for him isn't pure, is it Monroe?" I placed my hands around my throat, breathing again I was shocked that he hadn't squeezed the life out of me. I looked at him gulping, crying and struggling to talk as I tried to configure what games he was playing. "Your love for Tobias is what people in the industry would call... Trecherous. Adulterous. Scandalous."

The brutal, untouchable Pakhan looked utterly defeated by his own desire. "What is this?" Victor whispered fiercely, his grip tightening on her face, his breathing ragged and uneven. "What the hell are you doing to me, Tigritsa? Is it love? Is it a sickness? Is it a goddamn obsession? I don't know. I don't fucking know anymore. All I know is that I am losing my mind, and I don't want it back if it means losing you." Serena’s heart hammered violently against her ribs. Hearing the most dangerous man in the city confess his utter ruin to her didn't frighten her; it set her entire soul on fire. The physical chemistry between them turned absolutely scorching, a volatile mix of dark romance and mu

Once you get in, it's hard to get out. The lustful sounds emanating from the sexual encounters, the pleasurable cries of the people below after the strong movements of the people above. Or the satiating growl of a wolf in its thirst for love. It makes anyone who accidentally hears it ripples, but no one will hear it except the passionate insiders. "I still love you, love you very much even if it was a deplorable mistake." Like a fool who plunges his head into a death trap, Immersed in love, without knowing it is a double-edged sword,..."

I even added a love diagram on top of it. I threw the book on the ground as I sighed. I feel like I am going insane. I thought about tomorrow and I can't help but think of them watching the fireworks as they kiss passionately. They are even walking down the pathway of the night street as they hold hands. Oh God! I am insane. Insane or not, I need to stop them from going tomorrow and it's all because I know Hilary is a witch, that's all. I have a long nose right now.

My mum always says to love is to suffer, but when I met Justin, life became beautiful and all the suffering I had gone through in the past. Just like every beautiful love story will start, it was one beautiful morning; only that it wasn't a beautiful day, it was raining, raining cats and dogs.

It was over. The best part of love that started of so damn toxic was that after everything, even Poison had a place for beauty too. Jason was nothing but toxic but somehow, eradicated all of that poison to be turned in to the best kind of love. One that never died, one that never grew old and one that never lost hope, even in the darkest times. And so, their Beautiful Poison known as love, lived on. - The End.

June's feet carried her behind Mr. White who kept a steady pace as he led her down the corridor and took another turn to a long corridor with a single room at the end. Reaching the door he paused and looked at June as if considering his thoughts before pushing the door open and walking inside while leaving it open for June to follow him in. She had to admit that whatever she expected was in no way anything similar to what she encountered. She had anticipated love like a magical fairy roller-coaster tale like Lydia and Miles always looked like in the magazines or interviews.