All The Sinners Bleed Kindle Novels & Stories

Dire-diretsong sabi ni Finn na mabilis ko namang tinanguan. Maling-mali talaga iyon. Can it be considered a sin? Probably. Kung ano ang gusto mo, dapat sundin mo iyon. Lalong lalo na rito sa pagpapari. Kung hindi mo naman talaga gusto, hindi will ng Panginoon at sadyang napipilitan ka lang dahil iyon ang gusto ng kung sino man, dapat itigil mo na. Dapat lumabas ka na. Bago pa tuluyang mahuli ang lahat.

I knew the feeling; it was bloodlust, the thirst that came whenever I was going to make the sky rain red. No sins went unpunished. Even in the Christian bible, it was said that the ultimate sin will be punished by being thrown into the lake of fire. While I didn’t possess such a divine thing, I did own a gun and brass knuckles, something that shreds the face of a motherfucker completely, baring the bones to the open. “Okay boss.” He cut the call right when I hit the road. I expelled all the unnecessary thoughts, including Leigh-Ari herself and all the phantoms and wantons that trailed behind her. I focused on what mattered; making those who double-crossed me pay, with their blood.

The repentance book still lay open on the table beside us — the same one Ciara had read from while he fingered her. “Read,” he ordered, voice dark. “First paragraph. Adultery. Out loud.” My hands shook as I pulled the heavy book closer. My voice came out hoarse: “I… I renounce the sin of adultery… I reject all impure desires for another’s body… I offer my weakness as penance to the Lord…” “Good boy,” he praised softly. Then his hands were on me again.

How do I look at Alaric across the table knowing he bought me to fix his son's image, while my body still aches from what he did to me in that booth? I was so profoundly lost in the labyrinth of my own mind that I didn't hear the footsteps. But I felt him before I saw him. A familiar, intoxicating scent suddenly cut through the sterile air of the hallway. It was a heavy, intoxicating blend of smoky amber, expensive leather, and a sharp, metallic undertone. Alaric's cologne.

Eventually, Tina was handed a life sentence as the principal offender, while Zach was let off easy with just ten years. Nevertheless, when Zach was finally released ten years later, my daughter was already in grade school. He tried to find us, but we had moved out, and the city where we used to live had also changed drastically. With his parents gone too, he didn't even have a place to stay. He ended up fighting for turf with some homeless bums under a bridge, who eventually mobbed him and beat him to death, while his rotting corpse was only found after putrefaction. As it happened in some quiet far flung corner, there were no cameras, and the perpetrators were never found.

A poem dedicated to “blood and water” by Osuagwu Alexander. MY SIN What actually led me here What have I done Could I have saved him Was I scared or stupid Am writing to free my guilt But reading this script Literally pricks my conscience All I did was watch But I feel my ignorance was a sin And it haunts me daily I’ve always been wary But this blame was mine It was halp past nine On that cold dark night A scene pictographed in me My eyes met him afar

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

The crowd chanted his name. Elowen couldn’t look away. Her pulse thrummed between her legs despite herself. The raw power in his body, the controlled violence, the way sweat and blood glistened on his skin… it stirred something dangerous low in her belly. She pressed her thighs together, hating the slow heat building there. By the time the final challenger hit the mat unconscious, the ring was a slaughterhouse of red. Harlan raised Riven’s arm. “The Reaper wins again! The prize is yours, Kane!”

"You missed?" Seok-jin’s voice was a soft, dangerous rasp. He stood in the warehouse, which smelled of ozone, stagnant humidity, and the metallic tang of a fear he found intoxicating. A single fluorescent bulb hummed overhead, its light flickering in a rhythmic, dying stutter. It cast the room in strobing flashes, making the two men kneeling on the oil-stained concrete look like jittery ghosts. They were career thugs, men whose knuckles were permanently swollen and whose eyes were vacant pits of practiced cruelty.

Not for a long time. Why is this happening? Tears began sliding down my cheeks as I prayed that it was empty, that all the bodies inside were dead. My hand shook as I reached out and slid my card through the reader, then entered in the six-digit code. There was no pause in his stride as he entered, only a cool, deadly killer. Meticulous. Three snaps. Cheryl. Dr. Mitchell. Micah. They all slumped to the ground. My stomach dropped. An explosion of screams was held in by the coiling suffocation around my chest. Squeezing. Choking.