Afterdeath Sin Novels & Stories

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.

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 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.

His bullet got pierced inside that man's heart which immediately started leaking blood. He saw him falling on the ground with a loud thud and witnessed his soul getting snatched out of his body through his eyes. He grinned, diabolically by seeing his lifeless opened eyes which could be terrifying for any normal person but it was not for him. Stepping closer to that man's dead body, he saw his reflection flashing on that man's soulless eyes which gave him the satisfaction he was craving to have and that was who…. RICCARDO ALFANSO was….a treacherous sinner wrapped in the facade of a saint.

I was never expecting this, not in my wildest dreams. "I'm so sorry, Snow, so sorry!" He slapped his face, covering his face with his palms, as he let his tears freely flow down. Chris was already numb in the ground; he was so stiff that, for a second, you will think he is dead, but the bubbling of his Adam apple indicates he is still with us. Right now, everyone one of us is having a bleeding heart; we just lost a dear soul, a dear friend, forever.

People lived in fear but lived righteous life. You stole, you got burnt alive. An older man or woman preys on a young child. He\she is stoned to death. A girl marries and on their special night, it is known by her husband that she isn't a virgin, she will be thrown into the Pit of Outcasts and there she shall be molested until she took her last breath. Commit murder, and you shall be locked up in the Tall Room with one ceiling window, starved of food but fed your very own body parts in bits which you shall witness been cut off, this shall be your normal until you give up the ghost. To some, it comes quickly but to others it takes weeks. All Sin with their own special death penalties but ther

“Adrian, be reasonable. You need an heir. You can’t want to raise the children of another man. For God’s sake, those kids might be the result of incest. It’s sin.” “Sin,” I repeated, chuckling bitterly. “I beat a man to death with my bare hands today. I skinned and burned a biker today to get information. I’ve killed more men than I can remember. We sell drugs and weapons. We blackmail and torture. How can a child be a sin?” Father lowered his arm. “Let’s postpone this discussion to another day.”

Mark faded faster in his bed, the mask slipping as the past clawed toward the light. I remained trapped, my screams echoing unanswered through walls that refused to release what they had taken. The original sin had not died. It had simply learned to wait for those brave enough to listen.