Chosen By A Sinner Novels & Stories

“What?” “She implied it,” I said. “This morning.” Marco’s jaw tightened. “That’s not good.” “No,” I agreed. Silence settled between us, heavy and sharp. “If I choose Jacob,” I said slowly, “I’m choosing a side.” “Yes,” Marco said. “Whether you want to or not.” “And if I don’t?” I asked. Marco hesitated. “Then you’re choosing to look away.” The words cut clean. I looked down at my hands. I had spent years surviving by staying quiet. By letting other people decide. By believing love meant compliance.

" The sheer jerkness of his demeanor finally snapped something inside me. I was tired of being pushed around, tired of being treated like an unwanted plague by every man I encountered. "Why are you being such a goddamn jerk?!" I raised my voice, glaring right back up at him. "Even if you hate my guts for whatever reason, you should at least consider the fact that if I had my own will, I wouldn't be here either! I didn't choose this!" Lake leaned down, his face inches from mine, his expression shifting into a mask of pure, unadulterated disgust. "That is the exact reason I am completely disgusted by your presence," he whispered viciously.

Elias asked, still pale from the ordeal. Dorian read the passage aloud, voice steady but shaken. “‘When the vessel of light bears the mark of the condemned flame, the bulb shall awaken. Within its fragile shell, the sins of the old shall reside, until the day of reckoning… when the blood of many will cry out for a savior. One who is both mortal and divine. The Chosen shall carry the voices of many, and silence the war of all. A forgotten one, Betrayed by love and cast away, Shall rise from ash and ruin, Wielding sorrow as a blade, To challenge the thrones of stars and sand alike.”

I’m glad that no one else had heard him say that. “All of us as we stand here have made mistakes. We’ve sinned one way or the other. Only you and the Gods know that. If someone else knew your sins, you’d probably not be with us here today. For those of us who’ve been given a second chance, although our sins, this uprising is our compensation. It will compensate for our sins, it will compensate for our wrong doings, our lies, betrayals, jealousy, hate and our worse regrets. As I stand here, I’ve been sinful, I’ve done things I regret and will always regret my whole life. But if I can risk my life to save future lives, that’s a good enough reason for my sins to be forgiven by the Gods. I know

I became someone I no longer recognized, a man burdened with sins too heavy for anyone else to carry. In time, my life spiraled out of control. The betrayal of my own conscience led me down a path I hadn’t anticipated. I left the military, lost to my own demons, and found myself entangled in the very world I once fought against. The mafia became my refuge, a dark sanctuary where I tried to drown my guilt, my anger, and my sorrow. I became a sinner—willingly committing sins, crossing lines I never would have imagined as a soldier. I justified it then, telling myself it was all I deserved, that I was beyond redemption. But deep down, I was trapped in a web I couldn't escape.

He asked him and being a truly wise man, he replied, "Of course you will be pardoned; repent at once. I have just one piece of advice for you: avoid the company of wicked people and mix with good people, for bad company leads one into sin." The man expressed repentance and regret, weeping as he sincerely implored his Lord to pardon him. Then, turning his back on bad company, he set off to find a neighborhood where righteous people lived. On the way, his appointed hour arrived, and he died. The angels of punishment and of mercy both came to take away his soul. The angels of punishment said that as a sinful person he rightfully belonged to them, but the angels of mercy also claimed him, saying

I never asked to be born on this world, I did not choose to live nor to be reborn as the devil I am now. Not long ago, I was only Hannah, a happy beautiful girl and then my parents decided to mess me up. They decided that the only way for them to atone to their sins and make everything right was to punish me. Punish me for being born, punish me for existing and to slowly destroy and eradicate any evidence of their sins.

Because the brother who stayed has made a choice that cannot be undone. And now, everything that follows will be shaped by a single, irreversible truth: He chose to commit an unforgivable act not out of loyalty to the system, but because he believed he could survive becoming its sin long enough to destroy it from the inside. Whether that belief saves her or damns him is no longer something either of them can control.

Then, what can I do to please Him? As if reading my mind, he said, “Romans chapter six verse twenty-three says; For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. Therefore, only the righteous can make heaven and not a sinner. I am really happy that you came here willingly by the ministry of the holy spirit. You don't need to fear because you are in the right place. Jesus is faithful and just to stripe you off your sinful state and cloth you with everlasting life.”

The Lord doesn't accept the prayers of a sinner,” Roman whispered. "I'm not a sinner,” Sophia managed to hug her knees. “I’m not a sinner," "You were born a sinner, Sophia,” Alecia said again. “Chase told that to you. He did! Your parents were sinners! The man who kills for you is a sinner! The world you were born into is that of sinners! Everyone around you are sinners! That makes you a sinner!" "Please stop it,” Sophia covered her ears and placed her forehead on her knees. “I’m not a sinner. It doesn't mean I'm a sinner,"