Novel & Cerita I Write Sins Not Tragedies Song

"So, no, Antonio , I really don't blame you anymore. Betrayal and disloyalty are unforgivable crimes, and getting over the loss of trust is a very painful process to go through." "I understand," he whispered. I heaved a deep sigh and smiled, "I am trying to let it all go. I'm cleansing my mind, my soul... wish me luck." "What about Don Alessandro? Are you going to forgive him too?" he asked, a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

She was framing me as weak, careless, emotional, unreliable, so when he decided to punish me, it would look reasonable. So when he blamed me, it would sound natural. How in the goddess name did I not notice this before? Just as expected, Simon’s grip tightened. “This is the mess that you made so you will fix this,” he demanded. “You messed up and you embarrassed me. So you will fucking fix it or I swear...” “I didn’t embarrass you,” I answered. I had spent years accepting this treatment, telling myself that silence was loyalty and endurance was virtue. The thought made my jaw tighten. “And I didn’t make a mistake.”

But the sound of that door slamming keeps replaying in my skull. “I should’ve been faster,” I mutter, wiping my eyes quickly, angry at myself for crying when i should hold my head up. Father would be so disappointed to see me like this. Crying? In front of the enemy no less. Tristan’s jaw tightens—just slightly, but enough to tell me he disagrees. “This isn’t your fault,” he says again, quieter this time. Then he exhale—a measured, careful breath. “Ruby, I need you to trust me.”

He chuckled softly, clearly amused by my reaction. “Sin is like a brother to me,” he explained, leaning back slightly in his chair. “We grew up together. I know everything about him.” His gaze shifted toward me again. “And you…” he added, his tone more measured now, “you are special.” The word lingered. Soft yet strangely heavy. Am I special? Why? Sin… I frowned slightly, the name echoing in my mind. “Why do people call him that?” I asked slowly. “Sin…” Gregori studied me for a moment as if deciding something, weighing how much I should know.

"I was wrong. Completely wrong. I own that." "Owning it doesn't fix it." "I know. But I want to try. To fix it. To earn back your trust." He laughed. Bitter. Hollow. "You can't earn back trust. It's not currency." "Then what is it?" "A gift. That you threw away." Tears burned my eyes. I blinked them back. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." "I know you are. But sorry doesn't change what you did." He moved toward the door. Opening it.

"That's what I'm doing, aren't I?" "No," I shook my head, "...not there, please. My cunt. Fill me up. Stuff me with your dick, I beg you, Daddy. Have mercy on me," "Be patient, little slut," he told me, an impish grin spreading his lips. Oh god, I've really shot myself in the foot.

Cold and broken down It’s all I knew I let it corner me in And hide where my tracks lead Now I’m waking up And all I do Is getting lost in the past To find where I’d first hear [Pre-Chorus] That I was never gonna be somebody That I was never gonna feel light, come around And they rise again as I am told that I should see Chorus] Red now And to fear what lies ahead now But I know that I will Do everything for you again I will do everything for you again And I bet now You will see that I will burn what I don’t need here And I’ll know it’s alright, alright, alright

An oppressed sigh found its way out of his lips as he stood in the same spot for a while. His mind was set alight by a fountain of thoughts that made it hard for him to breathe or concentrate on anything else. “A sin? How is it a sin? And why would you find the pleasure in continuing this sin?” Travis’s words rang in the back of his head, poisoning his heart into a temporary melancholy.

God would forgive me and not drag me to hell against the charges of intentional suicidal occurrence, right? “I—I’m sorry, I—,” It’s hard to even think about saying anything beneath this beefy guy, he could even kill me with his weight. Oh, what I had gotten myself into? My head wasn’t in a working position… Think Jennifer, or you die! “I—I shouldn’t have slapped you,” I gasped, confused and apprehensive. It was all over my face and he could clearly see right through me.