Errorink Sin Novels & Stories

That damn word echoes in my psyche—a curse that won’t fuck off. Sorry. Sorry?! Sorry’s just a word to try to get out of something, to dodge trouble if you’ve been caught out. Sorry’s a five-letter disgrace that shouldn’t even need to be used. It should be abolished from the fucking dictionary. Sorry won't heal anything! I gulp as he takes slow steps towards me but I stand my ground. A Zhukov doesn't cower. I can still remember father punching those words into me in the ring. We don't cower unless it's in a place to submit.

“Verity… we made a mistake.” Verity blinked slowly, her mind still heavy with exhaustion. Her voice came out tired and husky, barely a whisper. “What happened?” He shifted, turning her gently in his arms so he could look at her face. His dark eyes held genuine concern, the dominant intensity from earlier softened into something more vulnerable. “We did it without protection. I got so lost in you… I wasn’t thinking. Are you sure you’re okay with that? I can arrange for the morning-after pill right away if you want. I’ll call my doctor, or we can go—”

"Will you be fine?" I shake my head. "That's how many times you're asking that question? I'll be fine, Sinclair. It's just a needle, nothing more and you've done this before so why are you so worried?" "I know, " he sighs, bringing our entangled hands to his lips. "Just want to make sure you're comfortable doing this. " "I am. " I assure him with a big smile before turning back to the man. "A heartbeat, please. Around the wrist with SIN below it. "

Before he could cut it, out of the blue he went rigid. His gold eyes glazed over for a fraction of a second, the unmistakable sign of a mindlink. His jaw clenched so hard I saw a muscle leap beneath his skin then the knife trembled in his grip, not from hesitation, but from the force of whatever message was searing through his skull. "No," he growled under his breath. Not to me but to whoever was on the other end of the link. Samuel whimpered, pressing himself flatter against the stone floor, sensing the shift in his Alpha's energy but not understanding it.

You?" Her voice was just above a whisper. He looked down at her, expressionless. "The vows," the priest handed each of them a piece of paper. Sinora looked at the paper in her hand, her eyes caught the words, "I promise to love and serve you forever. " she scoffed and used the paper to fan herself. What sort of joke was this? She looked around the empty church hall, before catching the Dark King's eyes again, but he wasn't looking at her. His eyes were fixated on the paper in his hands.

WOMAN. Phone vibrated. I took out my phone from my pants pocket and it was from EPL (Europa-pacific Lines). I didn't answer nor cut it.... Meanwhile, Geneva Lucretia Salinas, the goddaughter of old Salinas Augustus Jackson, president of the Tinsel Progressive Congress, was presenting the grand funders for 2021, “In the honour of 2022 Mind of the Elderlies launch, I'm glad to present to you our grand funders...”

"Letting off some steam. My alpha has been getting on my nerves these past few days." "Mind telling me who your alpha is?" He sighed and clogged down the contents of his beer. "Alpha Redd. I am his beta." The bottle slipped from my hands. "That jerk?"

My voice got a higher note and I mentally scolded myself for getting hyper. “But haven’t I made it unto you? I'm doing everything it takes to fill the void in your heart and I even apologised for my mistake, I'm sorry by heart,” He husked. Was he proud or something? And that was not a mistake he made, but a crime he committed. I failed to understand how his mind was functioning. Didn’t he feel empathy or guilty for what he did to me?

Her tone was sharp, her head dipped forward like Drystan could see her through the phone. “What is going on with you, Merikh? What is so hard about spilling such information? All you had to do was inform her that you had a company in her name.” “That company is Noble Write, Lina,” he growled lowly. “So?” she shot back, her voice rising slightly.

My heart was racing so hard I thought everyone could hear it. Mum laughed softly, clearly amused. “Blackmail? What kind of blackmail are we talking about here? This sounds interesting.” Nelson’s smirk deepened, his eyes flicking between me and Jameson with wicked intent. “It’s a secret between us, mum." Jameson and I locked eyes from across the living room. The guilt of lying to my parents while sitting there freshly fucked by one stepbrother — and now being threatened by the other — made my stomach twist. I can’t afford to let Mum find out I’m a pornstar.