Novelas y relatos de Aku Hanya Seorang Pendosa

"That's why you came here to rescue me. You got me out of this filthy place. You still love me" He grabs my wrists and yanks them off his face. I can't figure out how to reach it as he glares at me with his eyes full of rage. "That's your misunderstanding, Thea", he grunts. "I didn't give you any chance. And I would never give you one. You would deserve numerous chances for your mistakes. But you didn't make a mistake. You were aware of what you were doing to me. To our kids. To Christian and his family. You kept doing it again and again. And when someone makes the same mistake repeatedly despite being aware of them, those mistakes turn into crimes— sins. You have committed a crime. You have

“But our love has grown beyond that. We can’t be together. I cannot give you what you need and you cannot accept what I have. I just want you to know that it wasn’t your fault. Even if you weren’t there, it would have happened. The killer knew me since I was a 100 days old child. That night, I chose to run away because I wanted to protect the child in my belly… Start a good life with Eun Min Ah. Don’t think much about the past. I want you to live freely with your son and the woman you care about. I don’t want anything more from you.” And the world says that she is the devil. Jung Kwang Soo promises her, “I will do as you say. Don’t worry about me much. It’s not your fault either. You didn’t

The moment he let Samantha back into Diego's life, that was the moment he set himself up for this much destruction. "You don't deserve him, or the one in me. You don't deserve them at all! You know, I find it funny how your father was the bad guy, when you're just like him! I don't know, maybe it runs in the family," I pressed more on his already hurting wounds. "You are going to get the punishment you deserve. Hell, I'll lie if i have to so you rot in fucking jail," I turned to Samantha. She was shedding fake tears again.

Tears stream down to her face. Maxime pressed her lips together, looking at Alexa pitifully. “I’m sorry for what you are feeling, Alexa. But just like you, I don’t have any idea why he did this. All I could say is that… Master isn’t the person you think he is. Though he is called the Devil-Reaper in the underground world, he is not that bad. He may torture or even kill people with his bare hands, but I can assure you… He does this to people that need to be punished… for justice. Especially for those who are being abused,” Maxime defended. “What about me?! I am a victim, too.”

she whispered. “So, you see, this ain’t me. Not me as I really, truly want to be. But at the same time, it is me. I’m the one who did what had to be done to patch-in, and even though I can say that I did it for Mom, it doesn’t excuse some of the things I’ve done.” He hesitated. “You know I’ve hurt people, Shay. Killed people. You know the kinds of things that I’ve had to do in the past, and you know that I’ll do things like that again in the future.” He forced out the next words. “You know that I’m a bad guy in so many ways, and the fact that I don’t want to be one doesn’t take away the blackness of my sins.”

Nikita whispered. "Without a doubt," both Aya and I confirmed. "Cáel, do you want to get out of here?" Nikita offered. "Right now, with us?" "Where I come from, you don't leave others to pay for your mistakes," I explained. "I have to see this through, or one Angel, one hellspawn and a truckload of depraved souls end up not doing so good." "This is not the time to joke," Nikita hissed.

Denver swiftly stands up when hearing his inane notion. "At least I can find someone who is not a criminal," he audaciously let it all out from his mouth. The Don's veins are pumping in his answer. He has a face to tell he's a criminal even with all this assistance. Angelito wants to be a hostile animal. No one tells him he's a criminal, not even his father and his victims—only this cry baby. His hands clutch in extreme anger; however, he adjusts himself in this situation. His tongue is so sharp, sometimes.

"You were right about his heart! That night, the baby suffered permanent damage because we believed Bianca and drove your specialist away..." "It's all my fault! I was the one who pushed you away, I ruined my own son's life!" "I'm a bastard. I deserve this." Looking at this man, once a powerful mafia boss who held life and death in his hands, now groveling at my feet like a stray dog with a broken spine, I felt nothing. In this place, I had seen too much real life and death. His belated repentance was too light, too cheap. Luca suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with a desperate, last-ditch hope.

"We can use him though, he thinks that he's smart enough to play Klyde within his hand but... he's not that smart to trust me." "We can't assure if he really trusts you, he's just using you to get Klyde's money and then maybe after you got no use for him anymore, he'll ditch you in a pit or a dirty canal, dead. You're a criminal, you should always put that in your head." "Was." He corrected him with a tight smile and points his forefinger on him. "I was a criminal, now I'm volunteering for the great and good of the world. I'm now a white angel, bad bad no no." He wiggled his forefinger on him.

he assured her. "When will everything be fine?" Amara asked, her voice laced with sarcastic laughter. "Trust me, Amara; you are like a younger sister to me. I have no bad intentions towards you," Alec reiterated. "My one mistake from the past has ruined my present and future. I considered you a brother, but no one believes my intentions, not even your wife. Everyone judges me by my past sins, assuming I am trying to seduce their men. Why is this happening to me? Don't I deserve a chance? Was my sin so great that I must pay for it forever?" Amara cried, collapsing to her knees.