Are Secrets A Sin Novels & Stories

"About… me. About any of this. About me being gay. She wouldn't understand, Noah. She would look at me like I was a disease." Noah’s face softened. He looked genuinely pained. "That’s so mean of her, Danny. Love isn't a sin. You shouldn't have to hide who you are." I let out a jagged, dry laugh. "In my world, everything is a sin." I looked him in the eye, trying to find the courage to jump off the cliff. "Okay. Let’s do it. The two weeks. But it has to stay a secret. No one here can know. Especially not my step dad Especially not her."

“But we fight it with prayer and discipline. You need to confess fully if you want absolution, Scarlet. No more hiding behind half-truths.” I bit my lip, pressing one finger between my folds, gathering the wetness there. “What if I like hiding some things? What if the dirtiest parts are the ones that make me wettest? Like right now, Father. Sitting here talking to you, no panties on, my pussy dripping just from hearing your voice. Is that a sin too?” My heart hammered against my ribs. I was pushing hard, testing how far this calm, composed priest would let me go. His shadow moved again, closer to the screen.

We had decided, together, how to handle it. "Devin already told me his secret," Eve said, her voice calm and unwavering. "And I've already forgiven him for it. That's the thing about secrets. They only have power when they stay hidden. Once you drag them into the light, they lose their teeth." She turned to me, and her eyes held mine. "The rest is between us. Some things are sacred, even on reality television."

This was where he spent half his time, and surely at some point, he had felt horny, what did he do then? “Sister Grace,” he said, his tone scolding. “Thank you for waiting, we need to have a chat.” “I thought you needed my help with sorting—” “No, I would like to discuss today’s sermon a bit more with you since you appeared to have been absent.” He told me, “Lust is a demon, Demon. It whispers and promises pleasure, making you belive its harmless, but it is never harmless. Especially when it takes root in the house of God.”

“You have to trust me on this. Some things are best left hidden.” “So that’s it?” I mutter with tears running down my face. “I find out that your father has images of my past that you found out about, and I’m just supposed to let it go?” Disbelief electrifies me like a rush of adrenaline and I shove him away from me. Taking me by the shoulders, his fingers press into my flesh, leaving a trail of pain in their wake. “Yes. You must also remember that secrets can be used as weapons in this lifestyle, Angel, and weapons kill, no matter what shape or form they come in. They kill.”

We traded a few words, but I could tell she was fishing for details about what was meant by Ryder “last night.” Obviously, I wasn’t that naive to say anything about it. I gave her nothing. Luxe thrived on gossip, but it also thrived on secrets, and I wasn’t about to give mine away. It’s all about confidentiality honey. Instead, I wandered to the balcony edge, letting the city sprawl beneath me. Cars moved like slow blood cells through concrete veins, the air warm with the promise of summer. Somewhere behind me, a door opened. I didn’t turn. Not yet.

i held that in my hand tightly. Some mysterious woman admitted me in the nearby hospital at the accident night and took my pendant and disappeared. "Lara, what are you thinking about?" maggie frowned. I came back to my senses and said with fake smile "it's nothing...." She pinched my cheeks and said "Don't try to fool me, I am the only one who knows you well and your thoughts.." "Yeah, well it's true. I can't hide anything from you so my dear little sisy can I get a cup of hot coffee from you." I said.

“It’s not hard to give the police a scapegoat so they don’t look further than we want them to.” Violet stared at him, understanding the full magnitude of what he was saying. “So this is done often?” He cringed again. “Not exactly, but sometimes we’ve had to… paint a narrative to keep our secret safe. It’s not something I or the alpha like to do. He doesn’t like unnecessary killing. Life is precious after all.” “Right,” Violet said, though part of her stomach remain knotted at the implications. “So why is this odd. Maybe he thought a clean-up was better than a break-in.”

Hi, this is the first chapter of the second book of Sinful. Enjoy. SEWA’s POV Stepping out of the airplane, there was no mistake that I was back home. I didn't need to be told by any one; the soft wind that welcomed me, told me that much. I adjusted my small shoulder purse that had it's strap digging into my tits, dividing them and making each tit look bigger than they actually were. I hated it when that happens, but I was too excited to care.

I looked at my brother — twenty years old, sharper than anyone gave him credit for, carrying his own guilt about the years he had lost direction and the weight that put on me — and I decided to be honest. "Yes," I said. "Partly." He absorbed that; then: "Does he know about the file?" "He read it yesterday; he was in the room when I confronted Richard." "And he didn't know before." "I believe that; yes." Samuel sat back and rubbed the back of his neck. "So his father covered it up, and his father hired you out of guilt, and you're married to him through a contract that is also partly connected to this family—" He stopped, blew out a slow breath. "Lara, this is a lot."