Tainted Novels & Stories

Marco commented but Albert had nothing to say. The room finally felt like it had a source of lightning and Isabella could finally see that Albert was not completely unharmed there was a patch of Red that she hadn't noticed until now on his forehead which was probably due to how Marco had banged him on the table when he found him trying to violate her.

Tomo said as they all laughed and tell stories of how Nato would always get drunk first and do the silliest and craziest things. There was one time that the four of them went out drinking like they always do and Nato took notice of the pitcher that they were served and told everyone that he never saw a pitcher with this design. While they were drinking, Nato continue to tell everyone how amazing the pitcher is and that he liked how it was designed after aesthetics and function. As they get drunk, Nato seemed to make an attachment to the pitcher. The pitcher was resting on his leg while his arm was wrapped around it like he was holding a baby. he continued to hold the empty pitcher while they

She wondered, now what had caused him to turn this angry but only if she knew that her trying to hide his mark on her had triggered him so badly. "Because I love tainting my belongings,"his voice was extremely low but cavernous enough to shiver her. His gaze was peering intently at her.

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, Levana Mckenna, accept your rejection.” I fell to the ground just as I heard the mate bond snap. Beta had been secretly monitoring my unexplained blackouts with a sense of concern and understanding. His decision to keep this information to himself assures me of his loyalty and compassion. Even though I had been absent minded during the meeting, I still remembered that the blood moon day was tonight. Alessandro POV

“Something’s wrong.” I extended my own senses. The chaotic energy was gone, but there was a residue. A faint, magical signature I didn’t recognize. It wasn't demonic, angelic, or Fae. It was cold, sterile, and utterly alien. It felt oily, like a predator that had wiped its tracks but couldn't erase its scent. “This wasn’t a natural decay,” Ava confirmed, her eyes meeting mine over Misha’s head. The usual sarcasm was gone, replaced by a cold, clinical dread. “This was sabotage. The corruption was planted here. Deliberately.”

Listless children sat in the murky shallows, barely splashing their feet. But the water was wrong. It wasn't clear. It had a strange, milky opacity, and a faint, rainbow-colored film, like oil, clung to the rocks along the edges. Thane crouched, his movements fluid and cautious. He dipped his fingers in and immediately jerked his hand back, shaking it off as if burned. He brought his wet fingertips to his nose and recoiled, his face contorting in disgust. "Tainted," he spat, wiping his hand violently on his trousers. "Poisoned. It smells of bitter chemicals and rot."

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.

[Item: Corrupted Obsidian Talisman] [Analysis: Item is saturated with a derivative energy of the F-01 'Fenris' strain. The energy signature emits a unique, ultra-low frequency decay signal. This signal is a form of passive 'ping' to a central network. A receiver tuned to this specific frequency can triangulate the source of uploads.]

My palms press into the carpet, clawing for stability, wishing for this to be a dream. The cemetery blurs. My father's hand hovers near my shoulder, trembling as much as mine, but I shake him off. If he touches me, I'll break. If anyone touches me, I'll shatter into dust and blow away. So I stay cemented in place, heaving and choking on my tears, until everything around me falls hushed. And the shock on everyone's face falls away into darkness. The darkness that welcomes me. The darkness that is now my home.