Novel & Cerita Aku Hanya Seorang Pendosa

11 Kristen This was who I was. A characterless bitch. It wasn’t like I didn’t know I was bound to be one someday, I knew it since the day I saw my mom doing it with an unknown man, it was in my blood. Everything that had been happening to me was my destiny, name it the beginning of my journey, because when someone drowns in it, nothing can ever take him out of it. That’s what mom wanted me to become but I was a disrespectful child who always went against her. And today, that’s how I was repaying for my sin. Here I was, ready to get laid on someone’s bed, and most of all, with all my contemporary consent. It wasn’t like he was forcing me, it was my body that failed to behave modestly, and I c

she added as she roamed her eyes to look at everyone that is here and then she smirked. "Why would I save the people who always judge and makes my life miserable? Most of all why would I save this world that did nothing good to me? See? I don't have any reasons to save all of your worthless life so spare me with your craziness because I won't save anyone's life. And even if you gave me thousands of reasons to save your goddamn world I still won't do it. I will never be" Akisha said

" Of course, I lied to make him believe he was right. "Everyone always sees me as an asshole. I believe them. I am. Imagine raping a young girl, and running over a man, killing him, and I found out about it and did nothing. Even now, I cannot bring myself to go to the cops and turn myself in. Cheska, it is hard. It's very hard, and I deserve a gunshot to the head. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and clenched his jaws. "I should pay for my crimes." "Prince, I should've told you what I overheard-"

The poor man looked up at the sky and shouted to everyone in the audience, “I’m guilty. I made a mistake that men and gods are outraged about. I shouldn’t be moved to commit crimes by the sight of money and take what others have lost as my own! I’m immoral and tainted. I have offended the Celestial, so I’m willing to die to appease the wrath of the Celestial Being!” He was repenting of his sins. In fact, any logical person would know that this was not considered karma. To be frank, it meant that someone else’s lost wallet was picked up on the road. Then, he took it as his own without handing it over. It was just an insignificant thing. If this sin could make the Celestial Being angry, then h

"All my life, I've wondered if there were people like me. And now it seems they exist but are so wrapped up in revenge that they'd kidnap both the guilty and the innocent. That they'd take humans too. I don't know if I can live with knowing that, but I don't know if I can judge them for acting out like that. Does that make me a bad person?" He lowered his head until our foreheads touched, our breaths mingling "Ah, tesoro mio. I am a bad person. I have done unthinkable things to the people that hurt those I care about. I would do the same if you were hurt. You, however, you would never hurt the innocent to find your father. I know it and you know it." My treasure. My hands wrapped around his

With no hope of forgiveness on his part. There was a saying about karma being a bitch, and the hopelessness which assuaged him right now gave him a sound indication of the adage. He was paying for his sins – life was showing him someone who might have endure the same trauma as him, but that wasn’t an excuse for anyone to act so rashly.

Taking a hard pull of the weed, Isa continued, voice a bit distorted, “Don’t get me wrong, he’s hurt many people in his day, but he didn’t deserve the chance to repent. Besides, as cold hearted of a dick as he was, I doubt he would have made the attempt. Daddy was a bad man to many women, to many people, to himself, in front of the eyes of the sky Ed, don’t feel bad cuz’ he’s burning in hell.” Isa let out a sly giggle before blurting out,

Azrael smiled softly and brushed the sweaty locks from the man's face: "Do not be afraid, I will take care of you." Man writhed more in his fetters. Azrael let out a disappointed sigh. Why did nobody ever believe him? "Come on," he asked the man and pulled him up with a strong jerk on the arm. He could hardly stand on his feet because of fear. Azrael gently patted the man's icy cheek. His eyes became red ice daggers. “Emilio Romano, you have committed shameful betrayal and are hereby sentenced to hang up for your heinous act. Let your fate be a warning to all those who have similar thoughts to betray our glorious leader. Do you have any last words So speak. "

I… Is that what it is? “You’re wrong, Jean. I’m not a good man.” I turn my head away from her. Even the thought of looking at the angel in front of me makes me curl up in shame. “My hands are dirty. There’s no point in trying to see the good in me, there is none.” Saving those people, providing for the D’Angelo family… those are all penance for all the sins I’ve committed. In that way, I could pay for my crimes and repent for my actions.

~Roman~ My hands have taken countless lives, and I never repent for any of them, believing I’m doing the world a favor by reducing the number of criminals wandering on the streets. I’m not a saint or hero, and never will I be. Since Abuelo died and I sat as Uno of the Outlaws, I’ve deterred myself from praying or setting foot in churches. I’m a sinner. I sold my soul to the devil for the greater good, and I’m aware that the time will come when I have to pay for my sins.