Is Missing Mass On Sunday A Mortal Sin Novels & Stories

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

His bullet got pierced inside that man's heart which immediately started leaking blood. He saw him falling on the ground with a loud thud and witnessed his soul getting snatched out of his body through his eyes. He grinned, diabolically by seeing his lifeless opened eyes which could be terrifying for any normal person but it was not for him. Stepping closer to that man's dead body, he saw his reflection flashing on that man's soulless eyes which gave him the satisfaction he was craving to have and that was who…. RICCARDO ALFANSO was….a treacherous sinner wrapped in the facade of a saint.

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

The sunlight still made the water glimmer, the plates had already been packed away and the world still looked the same. But it didn’t feel the same. Because now I knew something. My parents hadn’t just died in an accident. They had been working on something valuable. Something urgent. Something someone might have wanted to stay hidden. Dante reached across the table again, his fingers brushing mine slightly. “You’re quiet,” he observed. “Just thinking.” “About?” I met his eyes. “About how much we don’t say.” His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. Before he could respond, his phone vibrated again.

*SNOW POV* "Ooohhoo!" I yawned loudly and slipped out of bed. I checked the wall clock and saw that it was 7.am on Sunday morning, but unfortunately, I haven't looked for a suitable church since I came to Atlanta. I hope my mom will forgive me for that. I walked out of the guest room that I slept in, heading to the living room. There's no doubt that Mr. Lorenzo is fifth-rich. "Good morning, Miss!" I was greeted by several domestic staff members who were busy cleaning up the house.

"Lord Oceanus. If one day, he truly awakens from the sarcophagus…" "Please, convey one last message to him for me: For a mortal, once a chapter is closed, it is closed for a lifetime. Let us be as two constellations that drift apart in the river of stars, never to cross paths again. For all eternity, we must never meet again." With that, I turned away from the sleeping god in the sarcophagus, the one I had once loved to the point of being shattered to pieces. I turned, faced the blinding morning sun, and walked away.

But the world she tried so desperately to ignore had finally reached out and dragged her into its jaws. The underground ballroom beneath the ruined opera house thrummed with dark elegance. Massive chandeliers dripped crystals like frozen tears over tables draped in black velvet. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey, expensive cigars, and the metallic tang of barely concealed violence. This was the Syndicate Auction — an annual gathering where the criminal elite settled scores, forged alliances, and traded lives as casually as stocks. Politicians, mob bosses, arms dealers, and tech overlords mingled here under a fragile truce. One wrong word could spark a war. One high bid could c

What do you even see in this boy that's not there in Fabian? Rose moved away from him as if being near him made her feel disgusted and said ”you want to know what my Andy has? He has a heart unlike this man. This Fabian who you wanted me to marry doesn't hesitate to even kill someone. Do you know the seriousness of that Dad? He doesn't hesitate to take someone's life. Andy on the other hand has not once reacted to anything even after everything that this man did. If he pressed charges Fabian would spend the rest of his life in jail. This man is a criminal. What a great choice you have for my groom. Is this what you want, for me to marry a criminal?

After wrapping a towel around her body she brushed her teeth and then walked out. Her eyes landed on the wall clock and she stilled for a second. It was 11:30 am. Her eyes broadened to the size of saucers when the reality of her missing her academy dawned on her. "Oh my God!" She cried out and sat down on the bed with an ashen face. What has she done? The girl who would never miss a single class has slept through the day and missed her whole damn day. God! What has she done? It was all because of that arrogant, beast, psychopathic Mr. Colt!