Untainted Novels & Stories

Everyone liked uncle Alberto and for some reason Matthew couldn't stand that. So he searched for some people who specialized in slaying vampires to track him down and kill him, then pretend that it was revenge. What Matthew didn't know was that Uncle Alberto's vagabond life has brought him in contact with so many people from various walks of life and someone he knew heard about this wicked plan and informed him about it.

His voice was smooth and windy, locked around her like the coiling of smoke. “ You can never be trusted, they would always see you as an endangered person, a dangerous force locked within the confine of their consciousness. No matter how you try to conform, their cage is your fate. But with me, no chains, no law would bind you, but only the reality of the untamed that was taken unfairly away from you.” Lydia reached out towards him, with her fingers trembling with expectation. And for the first time, she experienced an unfamiliar warmth against her fingertips - vibrant and alive. It was as if she felt hopeful within her.

he commanded, his voice a low, rough murmur against my dress. The fight left me. I stood there, finishing my ministrations as he let out a long, quiet sigh, the tension seeming to drain from him. A dangerous warmth spread through me, my heart thumping a frantic rhythm. This was not detachment. This was a surrender to something potent and forbidden. When I was done, I tried again to step away. “There. All finished.” He lifted his head. For one fleeting, unguarded moment, I saw it--a raw, pleading vulnerability in his eyes that stole my breath. It was gone instantly, veiled behind a familiar wall of ice.

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

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