Errorink Sin Novels & Stories

Elara was really finding joy in her sinful friendship with Meela, which she saw as a bright spot in her dark life even though the secrets with the Lennox men were still there. Her mom called her one day advising her about her indecent dressing which she said had gotten worse and also about how same sex making love is a sin in Gods eyes. Talking about sins, Elara was far gone in them and she was sure that God no longer cared about her bullshit. He must be tired of hearing the name Elara Voss. **Mom:** Baby, how are you? **Elara:** I am fine mommy. Just stressed a lot these days from shoots. How are you?

I loaned quietly trying not to bring the attention of others. Especially not Jake’s step father. All these while I’ve been thinking Daniel was Marcus but now I know the truth? I guess all is well. Who would have thought. Norah Black fucked all three men in the same family and none of them are aware of my doings. Damn, you’re a rebel girl. “Fuck..” I snapped out of my thoughts as he bit my neck while thrusting harder. He leaned in and sucked on my nipples through my top while pounding me. My tits bounced hard to the point that it made me extra horny. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him deeper.

She guided Seraphina's mouth to the right spots. "Right there, baby. Use your tongue," Isolde instructed. Seraphina followed every direction. She slid the small toy inside Isolde while licking her clit. The vibrations made Isolde's hips buck. She came with a loud cry, thighs squeezing around Seraphina's head. Seraphina kept licking until Isolde pulled her up for a deep kiss.

Morning came heavy, thick with guilt I couldn’t shake. I stared at my reflection, trying to fix the mess inside me with a brush and concealer. It didn’t work. Nothing could hide the fact that I’d let him kiss me again. Ricardo Falconeri. My mother’s new husband’s son. My stepbrother. Even thinking the word made my stomach twist. I told myself to stop, to forget, but the memory wouldn’t go away, the way he’d pulled me close, the sound of his voice when he called me butterfly.

Selena bit her lips with a smile. “Nothing...Let's go” she slipped her feet from his hand and stood straight, earning a glare from Zaden “What do you mean 'let's go'? What is wrong with your feet?” Selena cruised past him, hoping by her feet. Zaden just realized he got pranked by that little thing. He stood up and jogged to her before grabbing her knee and carrying her bridal style “You know what, no Inky Pinky for you today!!!” he said sternly

David made a face of disbelief. "Her name is Shin. She's a foreign girl that I didn't even recognize beforethen when you told me it was Shireen's house, I kept convincing myself that she really was Shireen. Even though I felt something was different but I continued to convince myself. I couldn't believe it when he said he was Shin, not Shireen. I even thought that she had amnesic and forced her to stay with me. And yesterday, I had thrown him out very cruelly for feeling lied to. Then, once this unexpected thing has happened, who is at fault and who should I blame?"

“You definitely know you don’t need some tequila shots before you can ride me to hell and back,” Jack said while dropping the shot on the table. It was in a small but cute white cup transparent and clear enough for me to see the fluid I had gulped down a few minutes ago. “Fuck, it’s hot as ever,” I muttered. It burnt down my throat while I jiggled it and swallowed it lightly. I looked at it while I maintained my composure. “I mixed it with some gin,” Jack confessed while he laughed at me, seeing the way I had squeezed my face like that of an old lady.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

I forgot every single rule I’d rehearsed. He looked at me like I was inconvenient. Not messy. Not pathetic. Just unexpected. His gaze swept over me and stopped at my name badge. “Miss Monroe.” His voice folded her name into something dangerous. “I…I again, I’m sorry. I was trying to find the creative department” “You were running.” His brow ticked, barely. “And not watching where you were going.” I swallowed. “No, sir.” A pause. Measured silence. Then something flickered.

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.