Bethany's Sin Novels & Stories

And though the nights would be long, the silence unbearable, the ghosts of their love lingered—painful, beautiful, eternal. The empire remained unchallenged, Nicholas’s rule absolute, but his soul bore the imprint of Rafe’s love, a mark no power, no bullet, no betrayal could erase. The world would see a man who had everything, but inside, he carried the greatest loss: the man who had been his everything. And in that loss, in that devotion that burned hotter than any fire, Nicholas Rhodes truly understood the meaning of love, sin, and survival. Because Rafe had been his sin. His devotion. His heart.

Julio’s loyalty knitted itself to her like bone knitting under a cast. They used the chapel as a staging ground, not because God was watching but because the room reminded men to keep their voices low. When someone got loud, Sasha looked at the stained glass and said, “Someone’s going to hear you,” and they took it as scripture. The house became a machine with fewer rattles. The men started saying “we” when they meant “Sasha.”

“I- I-“ Holden stutters. My blood runs cold. (Bethany POV) I am the most disgusting, despicable waste of space slut ever. Not only did I cheat on Deac, but I then lied to his face; I couldn’t talk, so when he confronted me about the betrayal, I said the baby might not be his. This little thing inside me is most definitely his. Deacon was the only guy I ever slept with at that point; I never had sex with anyone else. I did other stuff, don’t get me wrong, but I never had sex with anyone else. I admit I was wrong. I was a slut. I couldn’t say no… I had/ have no respect for myself. I never have. Thanks to my childhood, I hate myself; I don’t think I’m worth anything. I let men see me as a sex o

Damian chuckled, "If I'm taking you somewhere quiet and dark, it's not to murder you." The innuendo didn't go unnoticed. I wanted him to do that, and for a second time that evening, I could feel my self-control starting to lack. I urged myself to stop being a horny little bitch, but how could I control my urges when Damian looked the way he did? Smelled the way he did? Talked the way he did? What the fuck was wrong with me? I closed my mouth, choosing not to say anything because I was afraid I'd tell him to fuck me right there.

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

God, what sort of punishment is this? You brought in a hot lady from your church and placed her in my household. You already know that I’m addicted to sin. Is this your way of telling refraining or encouraging me to continue? Andre thought to himself as she looked down at her puckered lips that was in a frightened pout. They look so inviting. This woman had turned him into a patient battling insanity. He hadn’t had a decent sleep in ages and the worst past of everything was he hasn’t screwed anyone ever since she made that declaration of being friends.

“I- I-“ Holden stutters. My blood runs cold. (Bethany POV) I am the most disgusting, despicable waste of space slut ever. Not only did I cheat on Deac, but I then lied to his face; I couldn’t talk, so when he confronted me about the betrayal, I said the baby might not be his. This little thing inside me is most definitely his. Deacon was the only guy I ever slept with at that point; I never had sex with anyone else. I did other stuff, don’t get me wrong, but I never had sex with anyone else. I admit I was wrong. I was a slut. I couldn’t say no… I had/ have no respect for myself. I never have. Thanks to my childhood, I hate myself; I don’t think I’m worth anything. I let men see me as a sex o

“Apologize? Why the hell should I apologize to a lowly, servant bitch like her. I’m more than her, she’s meant to be the one apologizing for fucking around-“ “Fiona!” Bethany without meaning to, snapped. “Are you still this stupid? I thought you became smarter, but you’ve proven me wrong, you’re still like you were back then, thinking that you’re a God as long as you talk down to people and belittle them. How shameful.” Bethany’s words hit home. The anger and frustration on Fiona’s features slowly began to dissipate and an expression that resembled shame, took its place. “Shameful? You’re one to talk, a woman who couldn’t even keep her marriage running for three years-“

"Our dad. He's going to be your dad soon too. He's not going to be upset if the girl deserved it, Beth. He's very fair. He will just clean it up and warn you to make sure you think before you act." "I shouldn't have done it. She just pushed the right buttons." Bethany opened her eyes and tugged on her seatbelt. The strap dug into her shoulder perfectly; the skin still tender from Damon's assault. "Which buttons?" Bethany shrugged, not wanting to bring up her sordid history in front of Matt just yet. She turned up the radio and shook her head. "I don't want to talk about this if that's all right." He reached over and squeezed her hand. "Of course. When you're ready. I'm always ready to listen

In the senior apartment, Joaquin prostrated himself before Bethany and banged his head hard against the floor several times as an apology. Bethany wiped away her tears. Then, she suddenly stood up and grabbed him by the collar. With all the strength she could muster, she slapped him hard across the face. "You're just like Wayne—you can't tell right from wrong. When things get tough, all you do is hide, showing not an ounce of responsibility. You believe the lies of the wicked easily, yet your heart is hardened toward those who truly care about you, and you treat them like trash.