Heaven Sin Novels & Stories

Seatanie’s mouth fell open at his accusations and she came closer to him and took his hands to place it on her stomach. “I'm the daughter to the Alpha of Howling Stone Pack, I'm strong, fierce, and a warrior to stand by you even in times of war which your human mate can't even lift a finger to try.” I swallowed at her words and won't lie at the bluntness of her words which stung so badly.

He accepted her words and in return wanted her to accept his touch, his closeness, his sin. Closing her watery eyes, Aniya wrapped her arms around his neck which made him press his mouth against her lips because this was what all of this was about. He traded his sin to her and in return, she accepted to become a sinner. It was nothing more than the trade of acceptance.

"I'm craving a double bacon burger and cheddar cheese fries." "Amen, sister," he says, raising his hands in the air, "so that's two burgers, two servings of fries and two milkshakes, mine triple chocolate, and your cookies and cream?" "Oh no, Ale, that would be too much." "Oh please, Chris! If we're going to sin, we do it right, or we don't do it." "All right, but you're going to the gym with me. This slip-up is going to cost me hours in there."

"Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do." I turned to face him, hating him already. Then reached out my hand for a handshake. "Father Reed, it's a pleasure to meet you." "And you're—?" Father Reed trailed off as he waited for my reply. "Damien Raeken." I clenched my fist, letting my gaze roam his appearance. "You did mention that God forgives all who sins. So…you mean, God would forgive every sinner who confesses their sins?" "Yes," he replied solemnly, but I wasn't sure that meant he agreed.

His last words before passing out rings in my head. 'I love you, my Angel.' A smile graces my lips unknowingly. How do I tell him that I am not an angel, but rather a sinner who he is about to hate because he is about to lose his dad just because of me, if he ever comes to know which I highly doubt.

“Yes, if I hadn’t signed the contract, he would have killed me and everyone in the brothel, even he might have hurt you too,” “He had already hurt me enough to kill me, I am an empty body now, he took away everything,” My tears stopped when my vision got blurry. Mattia kneeled before me, her glammed up face got my eyes, “Angel, you have to be strong for yourself. You have to defeat him, otherwise, he would get worse day by day,” I wanted to sob and ask her why… Why did he have to hurt me? Wasn’t he doing it enough? “I can’t… I can’t, Mattia, he is a satan… I can’t defeat him,” I began sobbing again and she hugged me. I hooked my arms around her, tightly. She rubbed my back and pulled away.

He drops to the ground, and I see a flash of another body – bloody, human, hands raised, begging for mercy… My hands start to shake, and I grab Christian by the throat, long before he can stand. “Atonement. This will make it right.” “Another death?” he gasps, blinking in disorientation, even though that sizzling, bloody mark on his temple is already healing. “How could that make right any sin? Whatever you’ve done--” “Shut-up! This is not murder. You are already dead, you evil abomination--” “And you’re rambling,” he cuts me off, eyes holding mine. “And still, so very much, hesitating.”

They recognised the voice and their heart came into the mouth. Hoseong got up with trembling legs and uttered in complete shock, 'This can't be true'. Hea turned towards him and laughed with a broad mouth. A dreadful laughter echoed around. Sang swallowed his saliva and Jungkun spoke in guttural voice into her body, 'Master Hoseong, have you forgotten me? People commit sins and forget them, but their sins leave an indelible mark on the universe!!! The perspiration covered Hoseong's forehead and he receded. Hea's face changed to black and red and her eyes darker than before. Bitterness appeared on her face. He spoke in a husky, demolish voice, 'Your sister has to pay for your sins!

My back hits the sofa, and Sinclair spreads my legs, settling between them, with his eyes meeting mine. "Heather, " I moan, letting my hand fall on his shoulder as he bites on the skin between my neck and exposed cleavage. "Out. " He responds, dragging his mouth along my neck, to my throat. "I— God, that feels so fùcking good. I— Sinclair, Vincent. "

If I saw you in heaven Would it be the same? If I saw you in heaven I must be strong And carry on 'Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven Would you hold my hand? If I saw you in heaven Would you help me stand? If I saw you in heaven I'll find my way Through night and day 'Cause I know I just can't stay Here in heaven Time can bring you down Time can bend your knees Time can break your heart Have you begging please Begging please Beyond the door