Tarnished X Malenia Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. But, I really do feel weird, Sandy." He rubbed his now red arm before studying me, not saying anything. "Now, you're the one who makes me feel weird." I pointed at him. He remained silent. "Stop that!" I pushed his face away. Sandrius took my arm, and pulled me closer to him, staring intently at my eyes. "You fucking bastard. Get off of my mate!" Kielton growled. "I think Xanthe's wolf is back." Sandrius said to Kielton.

I thought I was used to their harsh words and their belittling stares but I was wrong because you are can never get used to evil unless you are evil. Hi, rude of me to not have introduced myself. My name is Malia Anderson and this is my story. I am a living Cinderella with no prince in sight. I am not going to bore you with the details of my life or that of my parents, which everyone says died a miserable death and of which I would not be an exception. You see I wasn't born like others. I am different. I was born weak. I am an Omega and here, being an Omega doesn't count you as being part of the living. I still do not understand why I have to go through hell all because of my wolf nature, th

“Besides, you were in no condition to defend yourself.” Shame washed over me at his words. He was right. I had been weak, helpless. My throat tightened as the memories of Nathan’s rejection flooded back. I had once been Luna, and that alone had given me respect and honor. Now, I was nothing more than a broken, discarded woman. Favian must have seen the pain in my expression because his tone softened. “What happened to you?”

I said, but Malachi wasn't even listening, lost in his own world. Malachi’s lip curled. “Someone knew enough to run. Someone knew enough to whisk you away while the rest of us were buried. And now you show up with answers? With strength? Trained and tempered and reborn?” He laughed again, but there was no humor in it. “I was Luna too, once. But without guidance? Without help? Do you know what that makes you?” He stepped into the light. And I saw it. His aura wasn’t just powerful. It was poisoned. Like mine, but distorted. The same core — the same Luna fire — but warped with rage, with hunger, with corruption. He hadn’t just turned his back on what he was. He had been consumed by it.

All the policemen were dumbfounded. After all, Belle hadn't denied her relationship with Grayson, and she was accusing Xenia of slander. Xenia was a famous scion in Maltford who always appeared in trending searches. Everyone knew who she was. She had previously trended on social media because of her talent, beauty, and family background. After that, she had trended again for being engaged to Grayson and when they broke off the engagement. The last time she had appeared on the trending search list was for Phil's death. Her inheritance from Phil's death was obviously a hefty sum because she was the only successor.

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.

This was my penance, my retribution for the mistakes I had made. Marrylen's eyes flickered towards me, uncertainty and discomfort evident in her gaze, but Xenia's hand in her hair kept her anchored. Xenia's dominance, her control over the situation, was absolute, and it was clear that Marrylen was willing to do whatever Xenia wanted. I couldn't blame her. Xenia had that effect on people—she drew them in, made them want to please her, to be near her.

"So who is he?. You could have brought him along." She hesitated for a while. "Nicodemus.." The instant they heard the name they all sprung up including Malcolm. "The Tribrid is my mate." She muttered in a whispery tone. "No way!." Malcolm yelled. Anger evidently clear in his voice. "Faith Darlington!, there's no way that monster will ever be your mate!." "But father!..." "Faith!!!..." Malcolm's furiousness echoed throughout the room. His eyes glowed it's Alpha red to show how serious he was.

And for a split second, I felt as if I were in a euphoric trance. Kaylee's stunning beauty never ceases to take my breath away. Her blonde tresses complimented her tanned skin flawlessly. Her hazelnut, mesmerizing brown eyes sparkled with the constellation in them as she smiled exquisitely. Not only that, but her naturally vibrant red lips give off the impression of red cherries on top of luscious vanilla ice cream. I was so carried away by her elegance that I didn't even realize she was attempting to speak to me.