Limbus Company Sinners Books Novels & Stories

“That’s… not appropriate.” “Is it a sin to notice beauty, Sister? God made you beautiful. Seems wasteful to hide it under all that black cloth.” Each session chipped away at her armor. Marcus was clever, articulate, and disarmingly honest about his past—violence born from a brutal childhood, choices that spiraled out of control. He didn’t ask for pity. He asked for understanding. And in return, he offered her something dangerous: undivided attention, raw masculinity, and words that lingered in her mind long after she returned to the quiet safety of the convent.

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

Elara woke to the taste of brimstone and come on her tongue. Her sheets were drenched. Not just with her own slick, but with something thicker, hotter, something that smelled like smoke and sex and ancient sin. She sat up fast, heart slamming against her ribs, blind eyes wide in the darkness that had always been her home. The voice was still there, coiled inside her mind like a lover who refused to leave. *“Such a greedy little weaver… stealing climaxes from mortals like candy. Did you think no one would notice?”*

The life that is marked with their sin, yet an innocent one who deserves to live. “A taboo and your sin. Your three and this loops sibling sure holds the sin unlike any other.” Walking away as she enters a black hallowed space that is just open for her. She steps right and immediately inside as she cut in between that chronological time of the first loop and unto the hidden mark, where Jane finds the forbidden book and opens the gate of His, as her voice echoes reading the book title. “DEATH REINCARNATE.”

Hope screamed as she was flattened into a magnetic signal. The young Julian and Clara touched hands. The world turned Emerald. But as the story "Reset" to Chapter One, a new figure walked into the library. It was Luc, the Liquidator Son, wearing a sharp 21st-century suit. He looked at the "History" section and picked up a book. "The Audit is just beginning, sister," Luc whispered into the static of the tape. "And this time... I’m the one who writes the Happy Ending."

He was getting used to this. He knew she wasn't part of the plan, Jemi was. And for refusing to atone he was ready to go to length to make her suffer. Like right now. He smiled. She'd be so scared to even shut her eyes, and she was going to leave with the fear till he came for her. And for the girl, she should be glad she was chosen to honor. The wages of sin He walk through the entrance of the big church, it was empty, always empty. Everyone was going astray, pushing into a world of sin, rejecting the one who wanted them. It was no shocker The Voice was being pushed to wrath and he felt the anger.

At that moment, a slightly curvy woman with curly hair and a chubby white man in his mid-forties approached them. “You’re being so rough on the new girl, Gabe.” The curvy woman spoke. Gabe removed his hand from her mouth and the woman smirked. “She’s a beauty indeed.” The chubby man complimented. “This is the madame of this brothel, Alisa, you will be following her order from this point on.” Alisa suddenly grabbed Amelia’s chin and observed her once more before smirking and turning to the chubby man beside her. “She’s exactly your type, right? You can sleep with her for the night.” Amelia was staring at them in pure horror.

“Up. On your backs. Legs spread like the greedy whores you are.” They scramble onto the mattress, positioning themselves side by side. Knees bent, feet flat, thighs forced wide open. Their cunts are obscene—swollen, glossy, lips puffy and parted. The jeweled bases of their plugs wink under the low lights. I stand at the edge of the bed and just look. Let the silence stretch until Sophia starts trembling harder. “Tell me what you are,” I say quietly. Lila answers first, voice hoarse from screaming. “We’re your filthy fucktoys, Sir.”

“We sit in their cages.” “Look, Mr… whoever you are. I appreciate the nostalgia trip, I really do. But unless you’re here to slip me a file baked into a cake, I’ve got a twenty-to-life timeshare to get back to.” “My name,” he said and the room seemed to get colder, “is Lucius. And I am a liaison for The Glimmer.” Oh. Shit. The name hung between us. The Glimmer. The secret government of our secret world. The folks who made the rules we actually had to follow.

Nicolas shifted his grip, took one of her hands, and forced her own fingers down between her legs. “Rub...” he ordered, pressing her fingers against her oversensitive clit. “Rub it while I fuck you... make yourself cum again...” “I can’t...” she sobbed, even as her fingers started moving under the pressure of his hand. “It’s too sensitive... it hurts...” “Good...” he muttered, pounding into her harder. “Hurt then... cum for me while it hurts...”