Chosen By A Sinner Novels & Stories

“He’s not a bad guy-“ “He stole you from me” I snap, wishing I could take it back immediately “I was never yours Jensen” her voice is raised, I can hear the hurt and defensiveness, I step closer, towering over her, placing my hand under her chin and ignoring the shocks of electricity where our skin meets, “You’ve always been mine kitten, and even when I reject you and you crawl into his arms, you’ll still be mine, the moon goddess chose you for me” “Fuck the moon goddess” she breathes as my lips find their way closer to hers, inches separating us “and fuck you”

Which was his real form, this one who was in front of her or the one who was behind her ruin. It was true that we could neither judge a person for a wrong deed nor for a good deed because a sin did not make him a sinner nor a good deed makes him a saint. We were human beings in which both good and evil were in same quantity, it depended on us that whom we chose. Sometimes a good person also chose the wrong path and sometimes even a bad person did something good unknowingly. Hearing the sound of a knock on the door, the attention of both of them turned towards the door.

"The prophecies speak of an awakening, a time when the light would call to its chosen. We are those chosen. We are the ones who will stand against the darkness." "But why us?" Ren asked, his voice filled with doubt. "Why were we chosen?" Sol smiled, a gentle expression. "The light does not choose based on power or status. It chooses based on heart. You were chosen because you are willing to fight for what matters. Because you have love in your hearts. Because you refuse to give up." Elara felt the artifacts pulse within her, a reminder of the power she carried. She had been chosen too, not because she was special, but because she was willing. Willing to sacrifice, willing to fight, willing t

" You've been chosen to put an end to the persecution of Christains in this country and beyond. " " But how? How can I do that when I am just a weakling? " " That's just what you think. You are far from being a weakling, Goodness Mia... You are the chosen one and chosen ones are never weak. Recall, When Moses was called... He claimed he was not an audible speaker... He tried giving excuses of ways in which he wasn't qualified... Yet he was. Have you forgotten the fact that, " God doesn't call the qualified but actually qualifies the called? " God also uses the foolish things of this world to conform to the wise. "

But when Ace says it, I know it’s a promise he is willing to keep. Ace is the devil in disguise, a walking sin, and I will gladly follow him into the fire.

“So if someone sold a man out and that man ended up dead without being guilty. For instance, they sold him out without knowing the man's real occupation, without thinking about how the man had been there for him, feeding him, clothing him and sheltering him… is that what you would call a betrayal?” His breathing shifted slightly. Interesting. “Yes,” he said again, slower this time. “That would still be a sin.” I tilted my head. “What if the one who died wasn’t guilty then?” “Only God can decide who is innocent.” “God,” I repeated softly. “Right.” Silence fell. The only sound was the candle burning outside the booth. He didn’t speak again, maybe sensing something off. “You sound familiar,” he

But if this was my place in his world, I needed to adjust. "You don't have to, dolcezza. I never intended to take away all of your innocence," he whispered gently. I smiled and shook my head. "That was done the day I signed those papers and agreed to be your submissive. My innocence left the moment I let you touch me... the moment I accepted you and everything you are. It was completely gone when you buried the angel and created the little devil in me," I whispered against his ear, letting my hand slide down to his waistline.

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.

"Thank you. I never thought I'll say this but I am because what you did was extra ordinary. Thank you for choosing me to tell instead of practically anyone else." "I didn't think that would happen. Wow." He chuckled lightly, pressing his palm against mine nontheless. "I don't have the right to judge you for anything you've done anymore. They were you choice. I made choices as well and to me they were the best decision and the more I ponder on the topic, the more I realise you must have felt the same way. I told Tracy the truth eventually, the difference is that I was a coward for the longest time, but you did the right thing as soon as you could. If I keep it in my heart, It's just wrong bec

The mass was already starting when we arrived but thank you because we were still able to catch up. And as we listened, I couldn’t help but turn to my left. He was sitting there and he was focused on the mass. Lord, is this the one for me? If your answer is yes, I will not refuse. "Stop looking at me like that I know, I'm handsome" Its weak voice caused me to look back to the front. "N-no!" I whispered. He just smiled foolishly and immediately returned the focus to the mass, I didn't even look because I might blame him for being naughty. I don't want to add my sin again because of my mind.