Tainted Novels & Stories

It was the one thing he had been desperate to hear and made everything seem like it could be okay again. “But you’re not the only one who touched me anymore…. I’m tainted. I’m not how I was. I’m dirty and used.” TangShi cried, pushing her sodden cheek to his chest to close her eyes and lull herself to the rhythm of his heartbreak. Ashamed and spewing out the words she had tried to bury deep. That ingrained self-loathing her father instilled in her breaking free.

" Fuck, " I growled hitting the wall making sure not to break it. " Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Damian? " one of the brunnete submissives whose name I couldn't be bothered to know begged. I knew all she wanted was sex with me and her pathetic ass wasn't going to get it. I was pissed, not horny.

“Please what’s the difference between a taint and a sliver?” “A taint is a residual imprint left by a vampire's presence, and is often used for tracking purposes. A sliver, on the other hand, is a physical fragment of a vampire's essence, capable of amplifying their powers or serving as a conduit for communication.” Caitlin answered, empathetic toward the man whose dreams might never remain the same.

Bernard closed the gap. “I will put you through the process practically. I know I have told you everything you need to do”, Damien nodded positively. “Excuse me, I’ll be back with my tools”. I was left alone with Damien. He took off his facecap and I could see it clearly. I was wrong. He had the face of a fierce hit man like Torillio’s; I preferred hanging around cute men. Damien was a turn off for me; “Lie on the bed please”. I did as he requested, he moved closer to examine me.

The blood-stained memories flooded my mind, the haunting images of my parents' lifeless bodies and the wreckage of our shattered lives. "No, Vincenzo. Please, I can't," I pleaded, my voice quivering with fear. I pointed to his car, my trembling finger betraying the turmoil within me. "I can see their faces. I can see the blood everywhere. I can't bear it." The crimson stains seemed to seep into every corner of my vision, a constant reminder of the irreversible tragedy. The voices in my head taunted me, repeating the accusations that tore at my soul. The weight of guilt threatened to consume me, overwhelming any semblance of hope or peace.

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My blood is tainted, and so is that of my mate. ‘She is. Her blood. Tarnished. Unworthy.’ Tarik stated quietly, and somewhere within me, anger simmered, but I was not sure what or whom this newfound anger was directed at. Was it directed at my mate, who had been deemed unworthy by another, or is my anger directed at the man, the people who branded my mate as defective?

the handsome rich man said like a command “Sorry what?” I mumbled “You look tired and hungry, we can go somewhere to eat and then you can head home” he said firmly but almost comforting “I’m sorry I can’t, I’m working” I said back irritatedly “Don’t worry, your manager doesn’t mind” his look piercing into my soul and giving me shivers I haven’t felt this way by anyone's look before, he has a way of confusing someone with his ever glowing gray eyes,his firm confident voice like he owns the world.

White asked June whose dirty thoughts assumed something else that she had a blush creeping up on her cheeks. Mr. White lessened his tie before raising his eyebrows directly at the blush on June's face. "Hot weather allergies." she said in embarrassment trying to defend the last sane part of herself. "Okay." Was all he said before placing his hands on the table, clamped together leaning in his eyes focused on June who magically felt the air becoming too thick to breathe through her little nose

They’ll have bundled up what’s left of Mike and Jim and done a full sweep of the area, but they’d be dead and in the ground themselves if any of those mooks stumbled across my mind-gaming, self-indulgent, but still deadly as fuck ancient vampire. Chris could be hiding in any one of these abandoned restaurants and shops surrounding this failed hotel, but he’ll be moving on come sundown… The sun’s already setting, but I ain’t up to a fucking hunt. I’m exhausted, still injured. I don’t even have my gun, and I don’t got a dose of the ‘Lord’s Blessing’ neither. All I got is a shit load of questions about what Chris called ‘taint’: the stuff we enforcers have all blindly been using to boost our sp