Errorink Sin Novels & Stories

Only enough to show uncertainty but not enough to show fear. “We still control the narrative,” Marcus said, and he could hear the desperation creeping into his voice now, could feel his grip on the situation slipping like sand through clenched fists. “The people still believe in moral corruption. They still believe that the crown has been compromised by degeneracy. All we need is...”

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.

"How did this happen?! You did something, didn't you?!" I held my daughter firmly and laughed coolly—there was no reason to pretend now that I had safely delivered my daughter. "Pot calling the kettle black, huh? I've not seen someone as despicable as you. What, you'd rather come here and freak out at me than visit your sickly bastard?" Tina pointed at me and bellowed, "You knew! It was you… You did this to my son!"

Now, not drinking made me fake. My hands were shaking. I felt sick. They kept yelling. I turned to leave. Chuck yanked me back and shoved me onto the couch. My stomach slammed into the sharp edge of the table. The pain hit hard—blinding and instant. My head spun. My stomach throbbed. I couldn't move. Chuck barked, "Get up! Stop faking! Say sorry!" He grabbed me again, dragging me upright. Then I saw it—the blood on the floor.

We sat across from each other, staring at each other silently for a long minute. He was the first to speak. “I’m sorry for everything, K.” “Don't call me that again, you lost the right to do that.” I said, we always referred to each other by the initials of our first name, but that was a long time ago. He looked down at his hands. “I know that doesn’t fix anything. But I needed to say it. What I did with Jax… betraying you like that… it was the worst mistake of my life. I don’t even know how I let it happen. I was angry, insecure. He twisted things in my head. Made it feel like… like I had to prove something.”

or was he not. • ...and we are many...many too identical... Red ink. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • RED INK EP 32: Where two roads shall meet and pieces begin to form. • • When Hither walked her to the elevator, he stopped and told her, "When you go downstairs, do not speak to anyone that you were at the top floor. No one. Not even to people outside of the hospital work force. Are we in accord?"

It didn’t seem strange to us, but maybe that was because we were in it together and knew what was going on. We sat at the table and Erin passed out margaritas, which I began devouring. I was going to need it to get through the night. Nathan glared at the drink in my hand but didn’t say anything. I could tell he was mentally going through what medications I was still on. After a few minutes, he must have been satisfied the yumminess in my hand wouldn’t interact much with any of them, and the scowl left his handsome face. He picked up the glass to join in, and I pulled it from his grip. He turned to me, surprised. “You’re on pain meds, and you’re driving.”

damn he looks like he can murder someone right now. True to be told, I do not blame him for the attitude he is possessing right now. It is just 100% my fault. this incident has taken over our family and is just too much that he hasn't been able to go to work for a few days now because of the embarrassment he keeps on saying he receives from his peers and office and co co-workers has just been hard for him to bear and the pity I feel Just makes the guilt lurking in my chest a lot more intense. It is all my fault. My silly act has made me mess up the life of my family and everyone else around me. I have to do something to make things quick because damn this is just a very big mess up. I fall o

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.

Her innocence still lingers in the air. It's almost palpable. And right on my polished floor, small pools of whiskey form clumps. I certainly didn't do that.