Novel & Cerita A Sin Such As This

She yells, anger laced through her voice. "What the hell are you on about?" I fire back. "Sinclair! That's what I'm on about! This won't have fucking happened if you weren't here. It didn't have to happen. It's all your fúcking fault! Sinclair is in pain all because of you!"

A black card. My brows knitted as I reached for it. The card was thick and smooth beneath my fingers. Beside it lay a small note, the handwriting neat and almost annoyingly elegant. I unfolded it and read. "Couldn't wake you from your beauty sleep. But take this as payment for the damage I did to your pussy last night. There's a million inside, so spend wisely. Ciao.” The paper crumpled into a tight ball in my fist, my breath catching hot in my chest.

For several long minutes, silence stretched between them, thick and heavy with everything they refused to say. Finally, Damien exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “We’re going to get caught one day,” he said quietly, his voice rough. “And when that happens, my father won’t just kill you. He’ll make sure we both suffer in ways you can’t even imagine.”

I let the words sink in, so that she'd understand the gravity of her offense before I continued. “You don’t understand,” I said, voice softening just a fraction. “My father is the kind of man who smiles as he destroys you. He will bury you under legal paperwork and scandal. Your face will be on every headline. And your mother—whoever she is—will suffer for it.” I watched her expression crumble.

Amari went back to bed, pondering how some of the sisters do not have the fear of the most high by doing the unclean things. A lot of times she had caught some of the nuns and priests doing what they shouldn't especially as the convent is seen as the house of God. One time, she found sister Beatrice smoking cigarettes in the staff toilet while mass was going on in the church. On this said day, Amari was pressed and could not really hold the pee as she needed to ease herself, the uncomfortable action was beginning to cause her irritation and a frown was starting to form on her face, so she excused herself as she walked through the pew trying not to step on people's toes.

“Of course she is. No argument there. You do raise her, shelter her, and risk your peace of mind over every breath she takes. My mistake.” I shut my eyes for a moment, letting the silence stretch. “You think this is funny?” I say finally. “Tristan,” Saint replies, and this time there’s no amusement — just that quiet, dangerous calm that makes the skin of weaker men crawl. “You spent years running from shadows. Try not to become one. Sometimes the devil you see isn’t the one waiting to burn you.” I grip the phone tighter. “Is that a threat, Padre?” “It’s advice. You should try taking it once in a while.”

“Blood for blood. Debts don’t die because a man prays for mercy. There is always a price.” I could feel Adora’s eye on me, but I didn't care. She was the price for her father's sin, and that was final. Damon looked up at me as if he’d expected something old to happen. But no. He got exactly what he deserved: a quiet, relentless, and inevitable punishment. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, searching for anything that would buy him a second he did not deserve. His eyes darted from me to his daughter, who stood right in front of him, now speechless.

Man things can be so catastrophic and dangerous. Oh s***. There's nothing that will ever make me return to this s*** anymore. I don't think I can fucking bear it. It is just too much. I can't go through this apprehension anymore, it is just so f****** intolerable. This is the first and it will be the last. I just can't take it.

There is so much more to be concerned about, yet I can't get that out of my head. "What are you looking at me like that for?" Cian questions as I turn back to him. With every pass of my gaze over him, it's making less and less sense why I'm here right now. "I just can't believe I'm here...In another realm, with a Sin," I breathe. The word Sin rolls of my tongue with more distain than I intended. Cian's dark brows furrow slightly as he turns that word over in his head. Being an Immortal Sin isn't usually associated with anything good.

“While I can still feel the truth driving into me.” His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real. “She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.” Lydia swallowed hard. “And?” “She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.” “What is the Seventh Sin?” He brushed her hair from her face. “It’s not just power, Lydia. It’s addiction. Once you touch it, you crave it. You beg for it. You lose yourself in it.”