Afterdeath Sin Novels & Stories

I had become more famous in death than I ever was in life. Meanwhile, in different corners of the world, those who had once hurt me were living with the bitter consequences of their actions. Dad had become a true vagrant, wandering the streets in ragged clothes. His mind had snapped under the weight of guilt and shame. Every day he rummaged through city garbage cans, looking for scraps of food to survive. When exhaustion overcame him, he would collapse on park benches, talking to invisible people. "Little Aria, Daddy was so wrong," he would mumble to the empty air. "Please come back to me. I'll be better this time."

I didn’t realize that sometimes, the heart continues to crack and fracture, little pieces falling away with each passing day. I now know actual pain, genuine fear, and real heartbreak. I’m dead inside. I’m useless; I’m unwanted.

I hope to be born to a family where I wouldn’t need to kill anyone just to get a penny. But I bet my soul will fall directly to hell if after life truly exist. I know that my sins are piling up. I wouldn’t be saved by anyone anymore. No one could ever save me anymore. And maybe that’s one of many reasons why I don’t want to die. Because in the after-life, I would actually need to pay for my sins and it is scary to suffer again after dying. I already suffered enough while I am still alive. Why do I have to suffer yet again after living miserably? It’s just not fair.

he desperately hung on the trail of thought that kept him sane before he was pushed back into the realm, the realm that had him pleading to take back control over his body and mind. he rolled over again and again trying to fit into a position that lessened the agony, it was proving futile "for the wages of sin is death and the gift of God is eternal" who was chanting? it was in unison, voices like thousands of flowing waters hitting on rocks, it wasn't him. "God's gift to mankind to purge them of their sins" "I AM TIRED, I DONT WANT THIS" he whimpered "just let me die" "the gift of God maketh rich and added no sorrow"

I have made my choice. My past life ended because I chose Rome over Sin. I cheated. Though, it seems there's much more to my death than I am unaware of. With him, I will get my true awakening. I will find peace with Sin. To many, Sin is the definition of Evil. To many, he is the enemy. But he truly isn't. Whenever he gazes into my eyes, I see the intense love he has for me. He ended my life out of jealousy— that is still unclear, and I know there's more to that story. But he brought me back to life, because he couldn't live without me. I don't know what you want to call it, but I call that love. Maybe dark love.

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.

I smiled as we both held hands. "I know, anyway, I'm focused on the road. Rest for now, it looks like we're still far away." He resigned and I followed what he said. I leaned back and put on earphones. I looked outside for a moment before closing my eyes, whispering to myself; I love you BenChua but we are part of the mistake. We are the piece of Unforgiven Sins. Little by little I felt the weight of my eyelids and the only thing I heard from the song I was playing was I love you, goodbye.

I felt walls around me were getting close. The way Jonathan was hitting my mother , he cut her body into pieces. The shocks that had been given to her before her death. The visions had left a print in my memory that I could never forget. They are still there in the back of my mind. Sometimes situations trigger my memories. The only person I wanted to save that day but I couldn’t was my mother. Her death left a mark in my life. Adrian’s death only left me with regrets of not saving him. I can not bear this anymore . The screams and the pain was too much for me to handle.