All The Sinners Bleed Kindle Novels & Stories

9Gabriel. Guilt is a steady drumbeat that won’t stop pounding, no matter how many times I try to silence it. It sits under my skin, pulses in my veins, makes every moment feel like I’m holding my breath underwater. This morning, after Mara slips out of the rectory; hair wild, lips bitten, face flushed with the triumph of secrets, I sit at my desk with my head in my hands, every part of me aching for something I know I shouldn’t want. I thought sin would feel sharp and electric. I didn’t expect it to feel so heavy.

I dipped the bloody fingers in. The scream this time nearly split his throat. I sighed in pleasure. “You touched her with these hands,” I reminded him calmly. I dropped the bowl. Picked up the sword. Heavy. Sharp. I smiled at him one last time. “For your final sin.” One clean swing. Blood splashed everywhere. Silence followed. I didn’t bother looking back. I wiped my hands on my pants and walked out. Nina Blake……I don’t forgive. Not when my dove is involved.

“Oh my god… fuck… mmm, yes… that feels so good…” He rose higher, mouth moving to her breasts. He licked one nipple in slow, wet circles, then the other, then spat onto the left peak. Warm saliva ran down the soft curve of her breast. He licked it off slowly, sucked the nipple deep into his mouth until she whimpered, and spat again, coating both nipples until they shone under the library lights. Maya’s head fell back. Soft, broken moans kept spilling out of her without restraint. “Ah… ah… Liam… that feels so dirty… mmm—don’t stop… please…”

Quinn’s POV: The sound of gunfire echoes off the narrow alley walls. I feel my heart pounding. “Left!” Neha shouts. I don’t hesitate. I sprint, boots hitting wet concrete, breath burning in my throat. This is not how I envisioned spending my Tuesday afternoon. The suspect is fast ahead, flying fences like puddles. These youngsters, I curse. “Fuck, get down!” I yell as he turns back to us, his gun going off. How does a nineteen year old druggie get a freaking gun?

Using her hips for support, I dragged her ass all the way to the edge of the bed. I was quick to get on my knees, overwhelmed by an unhinged craving to taste the woman sprawled on thr mattress. The room was darkened, aside from the city lights streaming through the window and Highlighting her tanned skin. The scene was captivating, shredding my will power to a thousand pieces. My dick throbbed in my pants, so fucking hard to the point it was aching.

His men, either dead or begging for mercy, were bound and left as offerings to the shadows. The victory, though costly, was mine. But as I surveyed the ruins of my warehouse, the metallic tang of blood replaced by the bittersweet scent of victory, a cold truth chilled me. This was just the beginning. The bees were a mere pawn, a sacrifice in a larger game. The true enemy, the king of this venomous hive, still awaited my reckoning. As my men secured the warehouse, I stood amidst the carnage, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and spent gunpowder. My gaze, cold and calculating, swept over the scene, a silent promise to those who dared to defy me.

My fist clenched. "You are right. My life will never be the same after this. I will never be happy again. Killing you won't make me happy as well. You know what would it give me?" I gave him my sweetest venomous smile as I said the last word he would hear from me. "Satisfaction." In this world were cruelty is rampant and justice has many faces, only evil can defeat evil. "The heck is this thing?!" I almost jumped when I heard Lucia beside me. She has finally woken.

Everyone moved away swiftly, creating a clear path as I surged forward through the crowd. I clutched Raelynn tightly to my chest, her small frame writhing violently against me as she began to groan in pain, the sound low and guttural, sending fresh waves of terror through my veins. Most of the guests’ eyes widened in shock and horror as they saw Raelynn spitting up blood in my arms, dark crimson staining her lips and dripping onto my shirt. The metallic scent of it filled the air, sharp and nauseating, mixing with the lingering smells of the celebration that now felt like a cruel mockery.

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

"Father Damien Cross was a lie I told myself because I wanted to believe redemption was possible, but some sins are too deep to wash away with prayer and good intentions." "So you're just going back to being your father's son?" Lilith's eyes were searching my face. "You're just accepting that you're a killer and there's no hope for anything else?" "I'm accepting that I'm a killer who's choosing what he kills for." I pulled away from her grip. "I killed for my father because he owned me and I was too weak to say no, but I'm killing him because he's a cancer and cutting out cancer is the only way to save the body."