Masked Sins Novels & Stories

"Your mother and you reminded me. Painfully. But necessarily." We stand in silence for a moment, father and son grappling with the reality that doing right means confronting people we trusted and potentially destabilizing everything we've built. "The arrests need to happen publicly," Marcus finally says. "Full transparency. No quiet investigations or private disciplinary actions. If we're doing this, we do it completely." "Agreed."

That was the only way to make him feel the agony he had once delivered to someone I’d sworn to protect. A scream broke our trance. “Let me go!” We both turned at the sound. It was the masked man—the one who had nearly shot me from behind. Coward. He was surrounded by Nico and our men, already on the ground and howling in pain from the bullets Sienna had delivered to his knees. They waited for me, letting me do the honors. I took Sienna’s hand and walked with her toward the mess. She was a part of this now—she’d proved herself more than capable.

“I thought if I threw myself into duty, into law and order, into control… maybe that would be enough. But it wasn’t. And when she came along–when Melania looked at me like I wasn’t broken, like I was chosen–I let her in.” Mason’s jaw clenched, but his stance wavered. “She didn’t heal us,” Micah went on. “She used us. She took that grief–the hole in our chests–and carved it deeper until we only saw her as the cure. That’s how she blinded us.” His voice cracked. “That’s how we didn’t see everything else. The lies. The cruelty. The people she hurt. The ones we let her hurt.” A long beat passed between them, heavy with everything unspoken.

He clenched his jaw, remembering the past crime they did that ultimately changed the underground world. "I can't just kill a child!" He retorted. "Let's not bring up the past," he added in a murmur before he heard a loud scoff from both parties that were with him. "Sebastian… you murdered her family line. Taking her in as your daughter doesn't wash away your sins. You turned her into a killing machine, isn't that much worse than ending her life that night?" Malcolm asked with raised eyebrows, prying him for an answer. However, he didn't have any.

The doors behind them slammed shut with a deafening boom. Everyone jumped. “What the fuck?” Damien shouted, running back to the doors. He pulled hard, but they wouldn’t budge. The windows sealed themselves with a grinding sound, metal shutters sliding down from nowhere. Panic rippled through the group. Then a deep, ancient voice echoed through the entire mansion, smooth and terrifying, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. “Welcome, little sinners… to The House That Feeds On Sin.” The voice paused, letting the words sink in.

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

Nina was struggling with everything so that she could free herself from their aggressive grip but then she saw something which ran her blood cold in pure dread and terror. A dim light was glowing in that darkness which made her see that barbaric act of a masked man piercing that knife inside another man's chest over and over again with no mercy while palming his mouth, so that he could not scream. Blood was splashing all over that masked man's clothes, hands and knife but he was too engrossed in penetrating that knife inside that man's skin. It felt like that masked man was living with the only purpose of killing others. Nina was too traumatised to even react now.

Not happiness - but not darkness. Still at night when I looked in the mirror, I saw the true monster I was. My eyes were still black, and my body was scarred. To everyone else, I looked like I had seen too many battles, and maybe I had. But I knew the lines that marred my body were not from battle. They were my punishment. Deserved or not, I could never forget what I had done. I would wear my sins for the rest of my life.

Mace doesn’t whine about anything. “Leni!” Mom runs over and places her hands on me gingerly. “Look at me, Honey.” When I look at her, I see double. Behind her, other guards and warriors have shifted into human form. They are standing over Sin’s body, confused about his appearance. “It was all a glamor.” I feel my words slur. “Just a fucking disguise.” “Luna Lenora killed Sin!” Someone cheers. “We’ve won!” “We need to get you back to the packhouse for medical treatment.” Mom caresses my cheek with tears in her eyes.

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus