Afterdeath Sin 소설 & 이야기

POV: Sera The split screen was still live when Liora dropped her bomb. Her face filled half the screen, tears streaming down her perfect makeup as she held up copies of the contract. “Kaelan Voss has been keeping Seraphina Vale as his paid sexual slave,” she said, her voice breaking perfectly for the cameras. “Here is the contract she signed. One year of her body in exchange for money. This is not romance. This is exploitation. And I have more evidence coming.”

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Harlan raised Riven’s arm higher, but the celebration was short-lived. A deep voice boomed from the shadows near the back of the warehouse. “I’m not done yet, Reaper.” A massive figure pushed through the throng. Jaxor Veyl another underground legend with a shaved head, jagged facial scars, and a body built like a wrecking ball. He was known for dirty fights and even dirtier tastes. Harlan’s gold tooth flashed in a wicked grin as he winked at the newcomer. “We got ourselves a bonus round, boys! Reaper versus Veyl. Winner still takes the prize.”

I’m unable to hold in a growl John raises an eyebrow, “Alpha Sin is asleep and not up for visitors, as for Jessie, she hasn’t been here” “I don’t give a shit” and I shove past him, Liam following behind with a grimace. I wasn’t even sure where that assholes room was, but I started banging doors open and flicking on lights, Liam turning them off and shutting them behind me. Finally reaching the end of a hallway, I kick open the double doors of the room and see Alpha Sin sit up in bed, he looks fucking terrible. Like he was hit by a car, scrapes on his arms and shoulders, blood coating his hands, his hair completely sticking up in odd directions and a look of defeat on his face, like he gave z

I cared so much it felt like a weakness, and I was terrified of what that meant for the man I used to be. The death of a Don Castelleno was never the end…it was the opening bell of a massacre. I knew the Castellano family would be gathering their armies by now, sharpening their steel to bring my empire to the ground. They would go blood for blood, but they forgot who I was. I was the Sin-Eater, and I would burn their world to ash before they even crossed the border. Yet, as the war drums began to beat in the back of my mind, my feet chose a different path. My legs carried me down the hall, moving without permission until I was standing at her door. I pushed it open just enough to see her.

Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them. I knew my parents were alive and well. I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now. I got to work immediately. Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown. "Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files. I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content. The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

He looked demonic—his hair was wild, his eyes were solid charcoal, and the silver marks on his chest were bleeding light. ​"Step away from her," Julian growled, the sound echoing like a mountain collapsing. ​"You're too late, Valerius!" Silas screamed, waving his hand. ​A dozen shadow-sentinels, the same ghosts from the Sixth Life, rose from the floor. They didn't have weapons; they were made of the same guilt that the Sin-Eaters fed on. ​"I'm not the Doctor anymore, Silas," Julian said, his voice dropping into a register that made the cathedral stones weep. "I'm the one who remembers why the First Life ended."

But even as the image flickered in his mind, he shook his head. ‎“And the second?” he asked, voice hoarse. ‎“Death,” Selene said softly, almost as if it pained her to speak the word. “Complete, eternal suffering for the sins you have wrought on innocents. Pain beyond comprehension and torment without end. Only those who acknowledge their failures can choose it freely.”

Sage Despite what everyone said, what they will continue to say, despite the anarchy he raises, Dante Sokolov is sin wrapped in a gloriously beautiful male human body. And he's what truly living feels like. This substantial, nebulous force that could never be watered down or put out. When we agreed to be friends with benefits last year, I knew he'd be bad for me. I never really cared. I was caught up in his hot body and sexy accent that felt velvety in my ears.

More marks. And I’ll give them to her. One sin at a time. To Be Continued...

I understood that because of the Temptress, my life's trajectory had changed irreversibly. In my panic, those visions from before I lost consciousness appeared again. Those disturbing images flashed uncontrollably before my eyes. My body began to feel slightly restless, but not as violently as before. I took a deep breath and forced myself to concentrate. A cool sensation rose from my core, gradually suppressing the evil fire within me, and my breathing slowly returned to normal. After this experience, I suddenly gained confidence in myself. Life was full of challenges we must face. When confronting major choices, a single moment of choosing good or evil could mean the difference between des