Guilty Novels & Stories

She handed it back to the foreman, a woman in her fifties with her hair in a low knot, and she asked her to read it aloud. The foreman rose. "On the charge of fraud in the first degree, we the jury find the defendant, Adrian Whitmore, guilty." I did not move. I had promised myself I would not move. "On the charge of conspiracy, we the jury find the defendant, Adrian Whitmore, guilty." Noelle's hand tightened on mine. "On the charge of attempted murder in the second degree, we the jury find the defendant, Adrian Whitmore." The foreman's voice held perfectly steady. "Guilty."

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

"Taste determines innocence or guilt, huh? Okay, how?" A sweet gem came from an innocent person, no matter the condition of their gem. Bitter meant guilty and no regrets for their actions while alive. A tangy gem? Tangy blurred the lines, it seemed. It meant guilty but regretted their actions and tried to redeem themselves before death. And it seemed like I judged souls that would go to either Heaven, Hell, my abyss or Purgatory. And it seemed that my realm was for those who were deplorable in life to the point that Hell couldn’t judge them in depth enough.

Satisfied with his pitiful state, I waved my hand in the air to wrap up. Out of thin air, his body was engulfed by furious red flames, and the underground cell filled with ear-piercing screams and a rotten smell. I swiveled on my heels before whispering the complete answer to his questions under my breath, “And for the world… gifted.” I left the room and passed other gang members in the hallway. They watched at me in pure horror before bowing their heads down in front of me.

It was now laced with jealousy. As soon as she handed him the card, I quickly walked to the door. Her scent made me feel nauseous. It smelled worse than rotting flesh. O knew she was from one of th dark packs from home. Their scent alone could make you commit your insides. They were of the evil blood and I didn't want to piss her off more with my presence. "Why would you play such a sick game? Didn't you see the receptionist? She looked like she would gauge my eyes out."

She looked trough the documents and felt her heart accelerating. ACE MARTINEZ SENTENCED FOR ONE YEAR FOR BEATING UP ELDERS AND PROFITING NON ESSENTIAL SOURCES . This couldn't be true right? Oh boy how she was wrong. She threw the papers on the floor and ran upstairs . This wasn't true ! She's lying ... Ace wouldn't hit someone who was older . He's not the type of person just do that ! But was he truly the nice boy she knew from the first day of school ? Was it all lies .She thought as she ran to her closet and sat down. She needed to get out of here. Maybe the Queen would help here ? No she made it clear that she couldn't help.

"He put me with you. He trusted me to get things right. And I'm sure that no matter what, he wouldn't want you to cheat a man out of something like this. He may have his flaws, but I'm sure he wouldn't want that. Do the right thing, Kelly" Cheat…that was a totally unacceptable word. Kelly recoiled from it. She had been carrying a wretched load of guilt for days. That was nothing new. Yet mixed in with the guilt was an insidious streak of exhilarating pleasure in having Dimitri Collins’s child—a part of him. But cheating him…that didn’t sit at all well.

She ushers me inside and we sat on the couch. "Mom it hurts," "What did I do wrong??" "Am I not good enough??"

He fell back beside her, gulping air into his lungs as he tried to stop shaking. He'd committed a sin. An unforgivable one. What is done cannot be undone, and no amount of remorse can redeem him for this misdeed. But he'd made a decision and he had no other choice but to continue.

He barked. “No, non è vero, Luciano. No. (No, this is not true, Luciano. No,).” She still denied the accusation when I assumed the evidence was right before their eyes. Giovanna buried her face in Jennifer’s chest when Luciano glared at her, eyes probably bloodlust—as I could feel his body heating up.