Chosen By A Sinner Novels & Stories

I’ve done a lot of unforgivable things in my life, but I have decided to commit the most sinful act today. I chose to die in front of her because I wanted her face to be the last thing my eyes could ever witness before I’m taken to hell. There’s no way somebody like me would go to heaven. My sins outweigh my good deeds, so hell is my eternal destiny, but before going there I made up my mind that I want to steal a little bit of heaven.

He was a smart one. “No one was smart enough to ask that one before. Always think I’m here to just be a slave. I get to drag you to hell when you die.” Well that was a fine how do you do in his opinion. “You take the sin of murder on your soul, a willing murder. No matter if they deserved it. You agree to damn your soul to choose to cut another’s life short with me.” She studied him, he cursed in elvish. “If I don’t pick someone?”

Dark asked. "Where a sinner such as myself deserves," says Blake. "Boss G ..." Dark said "Boss G?" asked Blake carefully. "The heavenly Father who made heaven and earth," said Dark. "Why Boss G?" wondered Blake. "Boss G's love is unsurpassed. Even if people are sinners, if they repent, humble themselves and go back to him, he will accept. Forget the sin, he will love with all sincerity." Dark said, ignored Blake's question. "Isn't the man more unfair?"

I'd prefer not to commit more sin. Adrastos continued to talk in front of me, so I paid close attention. "Don't deceive yourself. Don't fool yourself into thinking you're kind. You're here because you're a sinner, and you're destined to die here to atone for your sins." My lips curved into a vinegar-like grin. "You are correct. I am a sinner, and I am not worthy of breathing the same air as you guys," I responded. My fate had already been decided for me. I've already come to terms with the fact that I'll pass away to diminish the terrible people on the planet. If I don't kick the bucket here, my bad illness will overtake my life, thus this is a better option.

He was extremely sad. "I'm sorry Eric." Jessica apologized. "Are you hurt?" "What do you mean am I hurt? Didn't you see what he did to me? Did you have anything to do with that maniac?" Eric scolded. "I swear, it was in the past. I could never choose him over you even if he's the prince. You are the one for me. The one the goddess has prepared just for me. Why would I choose a man like prince George by the way. Didn't you see the way he was behaving just now? That's nothing compared to you." Jessica said, teasingly.

How would she even come here? “Right?” Alpha John was asking. The others laughed. I’d missed the joke completely. “I mean, if we all had to convert, then what would be of our poor wives?” “It’s not for everyone,” Alpha Gasper said. “Only those of exceptionally strong faith are able to resist temptation and follow the righteous path. I believe those people should be awarded for their efforts; for being better than the rest of us.” “A sinner I am,” a man I’d never seen before said while raising his glass of wine. “A sinner I will continue to be until the light leaves my eyes.”

He asked rhetorically. “Because the Superior State is not a punishment. It’s an identity— the greatest identity, and I was to guide you to it because you had become very important and didn’t know it. You are the fucking Chosen— the moon goddess left a piece of her soul, her consciousness in you. That’s no curse! That’s a gift because it means that out of everyone in the entire Canine Reigns, you are the only one the Moon goddess found worthy to receive her soul. You are the only one, Ciril— that’s grace.” He announced, spreading his arm with a smile.

A Thalissia who is no longer afraid. I turn around and shift back into my human form. My walk, though slow due to my wounds, is confident and determined. When I finally reach the edge of the forest, my eyes inadvertently fall on my stinging left arm. The freckled woman didn’t just wound me, she carved a clear message into my skin, which will become a scar I can never remove and a lifetime reminder my heart has always known from the very beginning - CHOSEN TO BE BETRAYED. My jaw clenches and my mind and heart scream with rage - You're next to die, King Orvyn!

His voice did not change not one degree of flatness added or removed. I catch the shape of victor's reply,it was a warm agreement. Of course, of course. He mentioned registration,proper channels,the Summit's responsibility to wolves of *particular lineage* who might otherwise fall through procedural cracks. He said *particular lineage* the way you say a phrase you have been saving for a specific moment ,it was careful, clean and without elaboration, the way you put a card on the table face-up and wait to see if the other person blinks.

But my lips would not move. “I see it in you,” Grace said softly, almost tenderly. “The battle. The hunger. The fear.” Her hand pressed lightly over my wrist, holding it, though not tightly. My fingers trembled. “You think you are ruined already,” she continued. “You think you cannot be cleansed. But sin is not in the body, my child. Sin is in surrender. It is in the choice.” Her eyes pierced mine. Her fingers trailed once more down my arm, so slowly that my skin burned beneath the fabric.