Chosen By A Sinner Novels & Stories

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

"Why not?" Swallowing uncomfortably, I attempt to figure out the best way to say that Sin’s are meant to be the bad guys, the ones people are scared of and avoid. Even though Cian hasn’t threatened me, had I been any other mortal girl that he stumbled across, I’m sure he would have reacted differently to me. I’m here, alive and unharmed because I have use to him. I can not allow myself to be seduced by his gentle words and kind nature.

she shortly answered with a strong intonation. "But we're all born to be sinners!" I tried to protest. The goddess nodded. "Precisely. Committing a sin, whether it be small or extravagant, is worthy to be judged by the heavens." Her response made me regret all of the decisions that I've made for the past few weeks. I've been rude to my parents when they were only trying to lecture me... as if being born into this world was already a mistake right from the start. "So, what do you think? You want to go with me to my realm?"

It felt burning, and my eyes began to dart around frantically, trying to think of the words I wished to say as Rayline's voice echoed in my mind, "Your blood doesn't get to decide who you are." In the end, I was able to catch my breath to fill my lungs. "My blood doesn't get to decide who I am," I muttered, and I lifted my head to stare at the woman. "I can choose who I am. In contrast, my blood has no part in that. I choose to be good." The corner of her lips curled up, and she made her way over to me. "Even with all the things you have done?" My expression slowly turned to utter confusion as she stood up. "All the choices you have made... the sins you have committed."

“I’m walking away from this world too, but I’m not ever going to be a good guy who hasn’t murdered dozens of people, who hasn’t tortured people, who hasn’t done…unspeakable things to get rid of their bodies.” I go a little pale to hear him confess so blandly, but I don’t look away. He deserves more than that, after all he’s done. “I don’t think I’m a good person anymore either, Frank,” I whisper. “I think I used to be. But…I think this world turned both of us.” He sighs, sinking back against the door, shaking his head. “Nah, I chose my sins much more than you chose yours, Bambs. You’re still a good person.”

I was tired of all this fighting and all this hate, especially for just one simple woman. “You will have to stop coveting your friend’s woman. He has chosen me and I have chosen him. Don’t you have enough lady demons down in hell that you can yearn for?” Lucifer let out a loud laugh, but that didn’t intimidate me. “Don’t you know by now? I’m a sinner, that’s why I was cast from heaven, for wanting to be like the Almighty, and I don’t regret it, so what makes you think I’ll give up on making you mine?”

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

“ Cover your cognizance, mama , pater . ” I glanced at my parents and cringed. “ For your information. I have n’t fucked someone differently. What you felt, ” I felt a vicious grin spreading across my face. “ What you felt was only the morning if you do n’t accept. I ’m not your mate; I rejected you. ” I growled. “ The Moon Goddess blessed me with a alternate mate. It’s further than what you ’ll get. ” I teased. “ No. That’s not. That’s not possible, ” he stammered. “ Clara is my mate, and I intend on marking her. If you know what’s good for you. You ’ll accept the rejection. ” Leon blazoned. “ I ’ll noway accept, ” He snarled. “ You ’ll come back to me, Clara. He

Could he? My pulse hammered violently in my ears, making me feel utterly exposed in the dark room. I should ignore it. Delete it. Pretend I was asleep beside his snoring father. But my thumbs were already moving over the keyboard, driven by a reckless, unfulfilled impulse. Me: Who are you? The reply came almost instantly, the text flashing on the screen with a mocking familiarity. Unknown: Mom, this is Archie. I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling as I typed back.

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.