Chosen By A Sinner Novels & Stories

I didn’t; have… I can’t do this. My hands reached my forehead and I shut my eyes as the breathing started to get heavier. Everything started to come into my mind. My faith, religious norms, a promise to guard my virtue, a belief of mine over the years. I protected myself from the devils just to be with one sacred man chosen for me by God but what did I do? I gave my most precious thing to the evilest satan. The father of sins.

“You’re assuming love must choose between people.” The Reader’s expression hardened. “Then prove me wrong.” Seraphina looked at Sophia. Sophia looked at Lucien. Lucien nodded. “Together.” They joined hands. Noah. Death. The Devil King. Adrian. Elias. Eve. Everyone joined them. The Reader stared. “What are you doing?” Sophia smiled. “Choosing everyone.” The Choice That Broke the Book Seraphina raised her hand. The golden light returned. “I choose my mother.”

If this world forces me to remain a good woman who keeps getting trampled on, then I choose to step into the deepest pit of sin alongside the Vance Clan, just to destroy the pride of the man who ruined my life! (To be continued)

ghost. "Dante, we have to stop it!" I screamed, my hands still locked to the beam. "We’re losing her!" Dante looked at the child, then at me. The "Original Sinner" in him was cold, calculating, and ready to sacrifice everything to win the war. But the "Dante" in him—the man who had held her in the slums—was breaking. He made the choice. Dante didn't cut the beam. He walked into it.

Waylon said with a frown. Dante chuckled, “Baby, don’t believe that bullshit. If you want to put reincarnation into perspective, although the sins are not dead, it would be an inheritance through chance like, for instance; Wrath is the strongest, but none of his kids would inherit the sin of Wrath and maybe Grayson or Jasper’s child would or a rogue in the wild. One way you can identify a potential Sin is in the way they act. I am always lazy but sometimes there could be no sign. Our little bae might inherit Valentino’s sin of Envy, but he found us as a substitute for parents and is happy.” Waylon was so glad Dante was done talking. Shaking his head he said, “Honey talk to much.”

It was always Louis' goal to defile the Father, to defile him with sin. “You will come to terms with it at some point. Most people flee in their faith because they refuse to accept their sins. But God does not reward piety, but the way of life. Surely Amon texted you with it as I know him. He is dearly and dearly loved by God, although according to your faith he committed one sin after the other. ”“ I know how Amon lived, he didn't have to enlighten me about that. But everyone goes their own way, doesn't it? Everyone has to find his own and mine is currently more than blurred. ”Louis laughed, had overcome the distance and put his lips to Godric's ear, who was more than startled, but then lis

He stood directly in front of me, the smile I now hated directed at me. "Sydlynn Thaddea Hayle," he intoned in his stupid annoying voice with his stupid annoying face smiling his stupid annoying smile I wanted to smash. "The Chosen of the Light stand in judgment of your life and your existence. You have been observed and offered redemption you rejected. You therefore stand accused of witchcraft. How do you plead?" "Screw you." Sounds brave, right? Yeah, not so much. I wanted to use the f-word but I hated it and he wasn't worth it.

I never imagined wanting to be a sinner and now I just want to be his sinner, be punished by his calloused hands, consumed by the darkness of the deaths he carries and the pain he causes, he is the most beautiful fucking fallen angel. I pressed my cheek against his chest, sighing in relief at the strong beats. I am a sinner, condemned without the right to defense by stronger people, incapable of feeling anything, being welcomed by the greatest foe, by the one who should have been worse than them, receiving a slow caress on the arm by the careful touch, giving meaning to the entire crossing until to come here, to be in your arms with my sins exposed bleeding openly between your fingers with n

“I am not born evil. Believe me…” Izana clasped her hand and intertwined their fingers. In a gentle tone, he said: “I don’t care. I am a sinner just like you so who am I to judge. Do you want to be entertained?”

The leader's voice returned to her calm, authoritative tone. “ But won't the gods be angry? We can't kill the goddess chosen and the blessed heir, that is the biggest sin to Nati and Natalí, we will be punished by the heavens for this” A meek man voiced out. His voice shook at the mention of the gods.