City Of Sin Novels & Stories

I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, my hips rolling off the hard bench. "It feels so good, Father Edmund," I gasped out, panting as I kept my eyes locked on his shadow through the screen. "I’m fingering myself right in front of you. Come on, tell me I'm going to hell. Tell me I'm a sinner while you listen to me fuck myself like a dirty little whore I am." The booth rattled violently, making me jump. A loud bang echoed through the small space as he slammed his door shut, leaving the confession booth.

Aiden the disgusting, the pervert, the freak and the demon possessed. “I abstained from sex and dating just because I couldn't beat being disowned by my own father, rejected and not wanted like that guy who fucked me. I could tell he was ashamed of me each time he called me slurs and humiliated me, laughing in my face,” I said. The warm tears that had gathered at the corners of my eyes began to fall fast, down my cheek, in a cascade. I could not hold it back anymore. “That was why I hid,” I said, my voice cracking on the last word. “I hid my body, I hid myself, erasing any single thing that would remind me of the time that I was called a seducer or a perverted slut by several people.”

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them. I knew my parents were alive and well. I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now. I got to work immediately. Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown. "Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files. I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content. The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

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All I was wearing last night was lingerie, and I don't think that's appropriate or sufficient clothing yet. -"Excited to visit Sin City?" I ask. Ethan opens the door, and steps outside, leaving it only closed, not locked. I'm sure this isn't his first time in the city. -"Sin City?" he asks, intrigued. -"You know... women, casinos, money. Las Vegas, baby" I say. It really is a beautiful city to commit several sins. -"Angelic, I'd like to take you with me. The sins of Vegas don't take me to paradise" Ethan shrugs. He goes down the stairs, staring at the steps as if he wasn't carrying any weight.

She’s not exactly a hero of justice, seeing the fallen victim from ‘The Cannibal’ just made it worse. “Inspector, take Jaemin and me to the crime scene” Rae stiffened. “On it” he replied short. * * * Jaemin sits next to Vaan, while Rae chose the backseat as her domain. She stares outside the police car as the car passes by the colorful street lights. Theister city was built by the millennials who are hungry for technology and advancement. Some even said this city is cursed, and a city of unification of evil.

Welcome to SINCITY… for a city with a name like that, one would quickly think it's a city where sin abounds but on the contrary… There Is No Sin In SINCITY. There is no Prison in SINCITY. The penalty for sin is death, death of any kind. That is the Law. People lived in fear but lived righteous life.

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.