Errorink Sin Novels & Stories

My fingers trembled so violently over the keyboard that I had to clench my fists twice just to steady them. The cursor on the “Submit Profile” button blinked like a heartbeat—steady, merciless, waiting for me to cross the line I could never uncross. Rina Thompson. 22 years old. Virgin. The words stared back at me from the stark white interface of VirginBid, the most exclusive, most depraved auction site on the shadowed edges of the internet. One click and my last shred of innocence would be catalogued, priced, and sold to the highest bidder.

The exact date circled on the calendar with red ink. The exact day when all his problem began and the exact day when he lost his innocence as a child. He’ll never be able to forget. It had haunted him for ages and it’s only just a few days away. A few days to go through the pain again just like he had done every year.

She had entrusted all of her, both body and soul to her Stephano. She stared at her reflection against the gigantic glass cladded wall in front of her. She could spot the dark purplish mark around the base of her neck. It was peeking out from her blouse jacket and she tried covering it. She hoped no one caught it on her while at the meeting. But damn it felt good to see his mark on her body. She recalled his teeth digging into her soft flesh in the heat of the moment. No doubt the hickey on her neck created an ugly colour to taint her fair skin but she didn't mind it at all.

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.

She say giving Margarita too whom appreciated and she exchanged them with a smile. "Martin is full already." Margarita tell. " Give him some water, while I return this." Ma Nicole say as she glance Margarita right earring seeing the low blinking of red light in the earring and she smirk walking back to the kitchen.

Shit. FUCK!!!!

"We can't do this. Whatever happened last time was a mistake, and it's not happening again." "We both know it's not a mistake. You want me as much as I want you. Why do you keep denying yourself what you want?" He closed his eyes as if fighting an internal battle, and when he opened them, they were cold and the protector font was back on. "I am a golden guardian, and we don't give into our desires. It's an internal sin."

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

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.

Viktor nodded frantically, sweat beading on his forehead. “The blackmail letter came through your network,” Daemon continued, his voice dropping into something cold and absolutely without mercy. “Someone paid you to deliver it. Someone paid you to gather the sketch. Someone has been using you as their intermediary for months. So I’m going to ask again: Who sent it?”