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they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

The spark inside me flickered, a tiny ember of defiance refusing to be snuffed out. I straightened my shoulders and took a deep breath. The road ahead was uncertain, shrouded in darkness, but I wouldn’t let it defeat me. Somewhere out there, I would find a way to reclaim my life. But even as I vowed to rise above my circumstances, a voice in the back of my mind whispered a haunting truth: the world wouldn’t make it easy for me. My journey would be one of survival, of finding hope in the most unlikely places. And as I walked further from the prison gates, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my story was just beginning. The darkness might have been my past, but I refused to let it define my futu

Hello, If you're still reading Sin That Binds. It was decided that I'd make it a two-part series of short horror mm erotica. So here is BOOK TWO. I hope you enjoyed Book One, Matthew and Khatri's story, and their plot twist. Title: Sanctum

He could easily crush her under him, but he knew she would break his bones if he would even think about crushing her underneath him. She mentally chuckled. This man was really a devil. A handsome devil, with a mind of a pure sinner. Her sinner. Last night, after she got to know how much he trusted her, Eizlina lost her reasons to hate him any further. Yes, she knew she might be sounding desperate and irrational, but she also knew if their roles would have been reversed and she would have seen him with another woman in that position, she would have definitely lost her trust, but he was not like her.

Zephyr asked the very question that was running on Amilia’s mind. “That doesn’t make any sense. Maybe it was like some kind of gift that can be granted?” Lizzie suggested. “That could be. But is there some kind of criteria? Like a basis on who to pass that?” This time it was Amilia who gave one. “I haven’t heard more from the human who was saved by the Creator. As well as the Fallen. The story stopped where women will inherit the sin of the human. Maybe the first sinner was a woman too.” They racked their brains out.

It’s men like Conrad. I read his file. Men like him are pathetic. He was collecting a check for caring for Sinclair, but she grew up looking poor, while his kids were dressed in the nicest clothes. You could tell from school yearbook pictures the immediate difference. “Cross,” I began. “Tell me what you know about Sinclair Cross.” “Sinner? That’s why I’m here? What has she done?” He asked in rapid succession. “Sinner?” “That’s her nickname.” “Explain to me how she came to be in your care for years,” I ordered.

Because something told me the gravity of this sin was beyond any redemption. ***

That's the beauty of power: the threat is enough. The room exhales when I'm a few steps away and I hold back the laugh that wants to bubble out of me. Pathetic. I don't glance back. I don't acknowledge the whispers. I built this city on silence and consequences, and everyone knows the rules: I don't forget. I don't forgive. Not anymore. They think the monster makes me untouchable. They're wrong. The monster just keeps me alive. For now. Authors note - Okay, before you jump in — let’s set the vibe.

He was completely blind to his son's reality. Slowly, the cold resentment I had been harboring for Alaric melted into a strange, hollow pity. I had spent weeks believing he had intentionally brought me into this estate to marry his gay son as some sort of sick, twisted joke. But he hadn't. Alaric and I... we were both entirely lost in the dark, manipulated by the exact same facade. He was played too.

Dear readers, In Sin of Silence there is a character who is non-verbal and uses sign language to communicate. Over the course of a year, I researched methods of non-verbal communication, specifically sign languages. As sign language doesn't mirror spoken language, my intent was to be as authentic as possible. However, I quickly discovered that translating sign language onto the page is very difficult, especially for someone without a background in signing. The word order can be confusing, and the grammar is different from spoken language. I made the decision to go with flow over a straight translation, which is why the signed conversations in this book resemble spoken conversations. The sign