Masked Sins Novels & Stories

Soon after, the metallic stench of blood began to flood the room. When Lance was done, Christopher was a bloody mess. His face was a grotesque shape, covered in crimson red and blue bruises, but Lance's knuckles were no different. "P-please! No more! I'm sorry!" The male begged, barely able to spit those words out. It was then that Amber ran to his side, shaking like a wind in winter. "Chris! Christopher?!" She shrieked in horror and then snapped her head at Lance. "Look what you've done you monster! I'm going to have you charged with this!"

“I listened when I believed in you. I defended you to my son, to this family. I let you into our home, Minnie. I planned your wedding, I gave you shelter, I gave you dignity.” “I didn’t mean—” “You stole from our company,” Marlena hissed. “From Ethan. You handed over confidential files. We traced the breach. It came from Ethan’s laptop the night you were with him.” Tears pooled in Minnie’s eyes. “I didn’t do it because I wanted to! Amanda blackmailed me—” “Oh, now Amanda’s the villain?” Marlena snapped. “Don’t play the victim card, Minnie. I’ve seen it too many times before. You expect me to believe you were just an innocent girl swept into high society and forced to commit fraud out of fear

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

Doubt seeped into their hearts, fueling the flames of rebellion against the sinister forces that had held them captive for far too long. Adam stood beside Emily, his presence a silent pillar of strength. He added his voice to hers, recounting the personal toll of their journey, the sacrifices made, and the unyielding determination that burned within their hearts. Their words were a rallying cry, igniting the spark of hope within the hearts of those who had been manipulated and misled. As the realization dawned on the masked figures, the room erupted into chaos. Betrayal and anger filled the air, mingling with the scent of fear and desperation. The carefully constructed façade of unity crumbl

"Then why?" His fingers slip between my legs. I gasp, leaning back, hands on his knees, eyelids fluttering, heart racing. Sweat breaks out on my skin as he teases my slick pussy, and I let out a low groan. "There are sins in my family, asteraki mu, sins worse than my own, and when I found out about them—" He moves faster over my clit. I'm gasping, moaning. "I killed to cleanse those sins."

It’s unsettling looking at him, honestly. He’s handsome, sure. The most, if I’m being honest. He’s like me–tall with dark hair and chiseled, sharp facial features. We take after our great-grandfather, Maddox. In fact, I’ve seen pictures of Maddox in his youth… Blake is his spitting image–except for those eyes. There’s a reason Mystics wear masks. They’re frightening creatures. Looking into their eyes is like seeing the future against your will, or seeing the deepest, darkest parts of yourself reflected in full color.

I can't help but laugh. -Orh stop a little Ella, it’s okay the masks have fallen, no more need to play madame innocent. I have known your face for a long time and believe me you can say thank you to my father because without him I would never have married a person as false and perfidious as you. She looks at me with tears in her eyes but her look of sadness and anger that she had before is replaced by a haughty and smug expression. This is the person I absolutely wanted to see.

“I thought you knew. She made a deal. Her freedom in exchange for Alpha Aldric’s mate.” “Have either you or Nerissa seen the face of the masked man? Or his coven of witches?” Anton shook his head. I only know that he has a scar along his arm and a tattoo saying ‘Lost but never forgotten. Your death will be avenged.’ I swear that's all I know. I've never seen his actual face.” Matthias was still stunned; he didn't even move at the second information. “Do you know his plan?” Another shake of the head. “No. He tells us half and half. We only know what he wants from us.”

"Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do." I turned to face him, hating him already. Then reached out my hand for a handshake. "Father Reed, it's a pleasure to meet you." "And you're—?" Father Reed trailed off as he waited for my reply. "Damien Raeken." I clenched my fist, letting my gaze roam his appearance. "You did mention that God forgives all who sins. So…you mean, God would forgive every sinner who confesses their sins?" "Yes," he replied solemnly, but I wasn't sure that meant he agreed.

* He thought in a rigid mental tone and he tried to convince himself so he would feel less guilty. "Right?" He asked as he opened his eyes and stared at the table lamp in front of him. "Damn it." He cussed. *She must be the devil or some of its descendants.* He thought in anger as he couldn't let God of the fa t that he had turned violent because of her. He refused to take the blame for hitting her and he ended it as it been her fault.