Cured By Sin Novels & Stories

Abyan replied "Thank God." " And there is even better news, sister Tania and the children will come at the end of this month, "Abyan replied. "Really? Has Stefan been able to adapt?" "All prayers and sincere efforts went to Stefan's advantage. Slowly he began to return to normal." "Then what about Cara?" Abby took a breath. Cara was the child who suffered the most, and until now, she has been unable to forget the incident. No more talking at a time when the senses are more silent.

"Yes, Dakota. And it's been a journey worth taking. We've overcome so much." Dante, once a formidable force of darkness, had been held accountable for his sins. The punishment he had faced had not only brought about his own redemption but also served as a symbol of the supernatural world's commitment to justice and rehabilitation. His journey toward redemption was ongoing, but he had willingly embraced it, driven by a desire to make amends for the past.

Maybe I could break the curse. Yes. This was for the best. It was the only way I could fix us. "Tell me. What grave sin did I commit?"

A burning cigarette settled between his fingers and he blew out the smoke from the cigarette, slowly and deliberately. His lips curled into a smile and his lips pressed into a thin smile. Evil. “I will be here, Sunshine…” Laughs in sarcasm. “When you Mr right become the only wrong that will ever exist.”

I found his ending fitting as I watched his desolate figure leaving my line of sight, thinking, "Miles, you became religious for the sake of love in your past life. "Yet, none of that could conceal the filthy deeds you've done. I hope that you will be able to sincerely repent for your wrongdoings in this life." Meanwhile, I would use my entire lifetime to make it up to Cassius. I would love him, protect him, and share a lifetime of happiness with him.

“What would you do if you were me?” “I’d lose my morals and do what Grandma warned us against the most as kids—abort it. ‘Don’t get pregnant if you know you can’t keep a baby. Stay away from it. Abortion is also murder—blood on your hands.’” Rina chuckled, holding her hand out just the way Grandma did when she lectured us as teens. My eyes welled up with tears, and I looked away from Rina, who smirked at me.

My everything. Except my wife. Not yet. “Read faster, priest,” I grit out, checking to make sure his back is still turned. It would be a pity to murder a man of God. “Make her my wife while I make her a mother.” The other man’s pitch increases, along with his speed. Slapping flesh mingles with Georgina’s whimpers, scripture. My own grunts of desperation join the chorus as I near my own end. Sin swims through the room, colliding with salvation. But I’m only concerned with giving that salvation to Georgina, so I release her throat to reach between our bodies, rubbing the pad of my middle finger on her clit.

My vision blurred, but I saw it— A dark, irregular birthmark stretched along his arm. Unmistakable. A mark I could never forget. Sirens grew louder. His face was drained of color. His grip loosened. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, already pulling away. “I’m so sorry.” His hands slipped from mine. He ran. His footsteps vanished into the rain as darkness finally claimed me. The last thing I felt was the echo of his trembling touch.

“Of course she is. No argument there. You do raise her, shelter her, and risk your peace of mind over every breath she takes. My mistake.” I shut my eyes for a moment, letting the silence stretch. “You think this is funny?” I say finally. “Tristan,” Saint replies, and this time there’s no amusement — just that quiet, dangerous calm that makes the skin of weaker men crawl. “You spent years running from shadows. Try not to become one. Sometimes the devil you see isn’t the one waiting to burn you.” I grip the phone tighter. “Is that a threat, Padre?” “It’s advice. You should try taking it once in a while.”

Serena laid across the expensive carpet, her body weak and trembling in the aftermath of yet another powerful orgasm. Her skin was slick with sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Between her legs, she was sore, swollen, and still leaking Damien’s cum in slow, warm trails that ran down her inner thighs and onto the floor. The marks he had left on her body were already blooming dark hickeys on her neck and breasts, fingerprints on her hips, and red handprints on her ass from how roughly he had gripped and spanked her during their frenzied fucking.