Novel & Cerita Born Of Sin Sherrilyn Kenyon

A snarl ripped out of me, violent enough to shake the chamber. “Where,” I growled, “are they.” “The Nightfall Range,” she answered. “A pack corrupted by cruelty. BloodFang. They broke what they were meant to cherish.” I could taste their scent in her words. Sour. Weak. Pathetic. “And now,” Nyra said, stepping closer, “she is my Shadow Luna reborn. And she walks the world with the Silver Wolf at her side.” I inhaled, catching the whisper of that silver wolf on her skin. Loyal. Fierce. A good choice.

His father was the one that shoved the gun. And she was the one that pushed the trigger. She wanted to grimace. She already knew what kind of man her father was—from what she read. From what she dug up herself. He was a villain—through and through. Delusional. A pervert. Psychopath. ‘He seduced a kid barely in her teens and got her pregnant because of this crazy tradition for first borns.. His own niece! So, I know he was not normal.’ She clenched her fist that was now under the table.

Unshaken. ‎“You fool,” she whispered. “You actually think this will last? That she won’t run the moment she sees the real you?” ‎He stiffened. ‎“You forget who you are, Kane. You were born of sin—an abomination, a monster, the darkest stain on humanity. Reborn through blood, forged in chaos. Everything you touch crumbles. Just like your mother. Just like me.” She smiled, cruel and proud. “You are my greatest creation, my son. My masterpiece of ruin.”

To erase me from this world of beautiful wolves and powerful bloodlines. But the Goddess never listened. I didn’t belong here. I wasn’t like them. I was the bastard daughter of Lord Damon Blackthorn and a forgotten maid who had died birthing me. A mistake. An accident. A dirty secret that Selene scrubbed and whipped and scolded into submission every day since I could remember. I was a bad omen. Pups whose mothers die while giving birth are to be thrown into the forbidden forest to be feasted on by the rogues but my father had been “kind” enough to have me spared.

Double. And the Kensingtons? Oh, they won’t be spared either. Their blood's just as soaked in my suffering. I lived by their rules in my last life. In this one? They live by mine. And mercy? Yeah, I left that behind in the last timeline.

She rested her hand gently on her stomach, her heart aching. Only she knew how much courage it took to decide to never carry a child… and yet Zayren hadn’t let her go through with it. She hated him for stopping her... but somewhere, deep down, a small part of her was… relieved. Maybe even thankful. But that didn’t erase the sin he was trying to drag her into. How could she live with herself if she gave in... when he belonged to someone else? If she agreed to what he wanted, she knew she'd be killing her own soul in the process.

“But I should be here too, and I should be back in Moon Valley fighting Damon. I don’t know how to do it all, Dad. I can’t be there for Ella without failing the pack, and I can’t be there for the pack without failing my mate.” “But why now, why was digging into her past urgent enough to risk this in the first place?” Henry asked, sympathetic for his son, sharing his pain, but also frustrated. “Don’t you think it’s connected?” Sinclair inquired. “I mean, think about what you just told me. Those priests had to have been servants of the Goddess, and they told her she was being hidden, that she couldn’t join the shifter world until the time was right. Then someone inseminates her with my sperm j

I slowly pulled the gun from my waistband, the cold steel gleaming in the dim light. “I am the devil incarnate. If you think you can double-cross me by violating our contract and walk away unscathed, you’re dead wrong. I’ll make your life a living nightmare. I’ll drown you in acid, reveling in the sight of your skin dissolving while you beg me for mercy. Anyone who dares to cross me pays in blood, and you should damn well know that by now.” He met my gaze though I could see right through him, the fear that had taken root in his eyes. “Then you better be prepared to fight. You’re not the only one who knows how to play hardball. I’ve got resources and allies you wouldn’t believe”

Before I can stop myself, my head turns of their own accord, making the kiss land on my cheek instead of my lips. I take a deep breath, reminding myself that I also let Leonardo, my brother's murderer touch me, and even enjoyed it. Hell, the past two days, I have woken up quite a few times with my panties soaked from dreaming about Leonardo. This morning, I had woken up with my legs spread and my fingers between my legs. I had kicked off my panties some time in the night during my wet dream. Luckily, I always keep my door locked while sleeping. Otherwise, I won't know how to explain to my parents the reason my gown is pulled to my waist, with panties gone as I touch myself. Sometimes, while

“He’s going to kill me. I will give you my ring, my dress. I am sure they cost a fortune too." I had never sensed this extent of fear in my life. Not even falling off this cliff would make me this scared after seeing his bloodshot eyes. I had seen what he was capable of. The lady at the party earlier had enlightened me more about him. Other than his violent nature, he had failed the popular quote ‘monsters aren’t born, they are made,’ because he literally was from birth. “Okay.” The driver stepped on the brake as he intended to drive past them—or run them over, which I preferred. I didn’t care if I’d be tagged as a murderer tonight, because Jesus knows I’m doing the right thing. I would end