Cured By Sin Novels & Stories

(THE CURSE SIN) "NOW, NOW, NOW.” From the familiarity of the voice of someone who’s looking and overseeing everything, a dark, yet favorable event turns the game around, as HE speaks. “Just how could this play turn out to be?” Giggling with excitement as the second sin is about to be born with the embodiment that will turn the lock and starts the last and seventh loop to play the destruction of the current sixth one. HE snaps HIS finger as HE draws the time back but only unto HIS mirror that rewinds the time and day where JK smiles and said.

THE DEVIL: Ella has been distant and acting very strangely to me, I laid beside her stared at her clean innocent face all night. My happiness was beyond words when I feel her breathing beside me. I had thought that I would lose her after that ritual but Ella proved me wrong and I am thankful to her for proving me completely wrong. The feeling of losing her was so terrible, I didn't want to feel it ever again. Now with my blood, she has become immortal, except fire nothing can kill us.

one of the reporters asked for clarification. "For the world to end. it doesn't necessarily need to start from Las Vegas or Washington. It can start on anyone from anywhere. These are our kids suffering for our sins. We need to repent and pray for their deliverance." the clergyman explained in details. "So, you do not agree with those that say this is a virus" another reporter asked trivially. "Of course, it is a virus. A virus from the corner of hell. And the cure is repentance" the pastor chuckled as he answered the question.

I said as she smiled. “It makes me happy that till the end, you still love me.” “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us of our unrighteousness. 1 John 1:9.” I quoted as she smiled. “The soul that sinneth, it shall surely die. The son shall not bear the iniquity of the father neither shall the father bear the inquity of the son: the righteousness of the righteous shall be upon him and the wickedness of the wicked shall be upon him. Ezekiel 18:20.” Rogue quoted perfectly which impressed me.

I don't know for how long I stayed there under the shower trying to wash myself clean. Trying to make myself deserving for him... But no matter how long I tried I will never deserve him They say every priest has a past and every sinner has a future. But for Andro a sin can never be forgotten.. No matter how hard the sinner tries As once the hands get coloured in sin nothing can rinse it away for him. ...............................

But the real truth is that if Greed didn't exist, many of my problems of insecurity would have never been there in the first place. A shiver runs down my spine as I gaze down at the spot on my left arm I had bled through. The morning after I died, I regretted everything. Then, Sin saved me. He took me out of the queue the devil had kept me in, and offered me a place in his Kingdom. He remade me. He refined me. Made me a different person. My personality disorders were gone. But I can still feel the problems of my past life lurking beneath my skin.

Sin and I are one right now, the feelings of others are fuel for our power to increase and I began to climb those tentacles. I know that my white fur stands out against that black mass of corruption, pain, shadows and despair, because after all, Sins are part of it all too, aren't they? What is lust but the corruption of chastity? And this is just one of the examples of what I am, of what Sin is... In this life, Sin had accepted to be reincarnated as a Wolf, but that didn't mean he was just a wolf... He is a force by himself and I know I still have a lot to learn and a lot to control.

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.

A sigh dragged out of me, heavy, bitter. “I thought I have been saved,” I murmured, opening my eyes again, though I kept them fixed on the altar instead of him. My lips curled into something almost like a smile, but it wasn’t joy. It was resignation. “Why must I die?” His voice didn’t falter. “The wages of sin is death. No sinner can go unpunished. Even after repenting, you can’t escape the repercussions of what you’ve done in the past. But rejoice, there’s a seat waiting for you beside our supreme God.”

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.