Miraculous Sin Novels & Stories

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.“

Sage Despite what everyone said, what they will continue to say, despite the anarchy he raises, Dante Sokolov is sin wrapped in a gloriously beautiful male human body. And he's what truly living feels like. This substantial, nebulous force that could never be watered down or put out. When we agreed to be friends with benefits last year, I knew he'd be bad for me. I never really cared. I was caught up in his hot body and sexy accent that felt velvety in my ears.

I didn’t know what this sudden rush of emotions was, but one this what my intuition was screaming at me was that this man was sin. He was danger.

"We are both going to punished once when we get caught. We need to be extra careful." Ang dapat sanang matatakot ako dahil sa kaniyang sinabi. Hindi tuloy nangyari. Bagkus, parang mas gusto ko pang gumawa ng bawal... ng masama. Para lang marinig sa kaniya ang ganoong kataga. Selfishness or self-will is the manifestation of sin. True love is the antidote to self-centeredness. You will not commit sin with them or tempt them to commit sin if you genuinely love them. "Kung ako lang ang mapaparusahan ay ayos lang, kaya ko naman. Pero paano kapag saiyo na? Hindi ko mapapatawad ang sarili ko, Amari..."

My vision blurred, but I saw it— A dark, irregular birthmark stretched along his arm. Unmistakable. A mark I could never forget. Sirens grew louder. His face was drained of color. His grip loosened. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, already pulling away. “I’m so sorry.” His hands slipped from mine. He ran. His footsteps vanished into the rain as darkness finally claimed me. The last thing I felt was the echo of his trembling touch.

“The rite is polluted! A false echo has contaminated the blessing!” Elder Corvin did not hesitate. He barked an order to the guards flanking the altar. “Remove the wolfless girl from the sacred space at once.” Mira tried to step back, but her legs refused to obey. The crescent scar on her back was no longer a dull ache. It was searing heat, a brand being pressed into living flesh. This agony did not originate in her own body. It poured through the cracked bracelet on Cassia’s wrist, channeled through Sera’s trapped spirit, and anchored itself in Mira’s stolen soul.

Serena laid across the expensive carpet, her body weak and trembling in the aftermath of yet another powerful orgasm. Her skin was slick with sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Between her legs, she was sore, swollen, and still leaking Damien’s cum in slow, warm trails that ran down her inner thighs and onto the floor. The marks he had left on her body were already blooming dark hickeys on her neck and breasts, fingerprints on her hips, and red handprints on her ass from how roughly he had gripped and spanked her during their frenzied fucking.

Serenity, "Moon Priestess," Levante said, his voice low but sharp. "Define Child of Sin." The Priestess met my eyes. The other priestesses in robe, looked puzzled but quiet behind her. Her deep blue gaze held no warmth, only judgment. "A Child of Sin is one born without the Moon Goddess’s blessings. Only her wrath remains." My stomach twisted violently. Wrath? The word echoed in my mind like a curse I had carried without knowing its name.

I replied, a genuine smile finally breaking through my misery. It had been two months since I signed my life away and married Matthew. Two months of isolation, two months of being locked indoors under heavy cartel guard, and two months of enduring a brutal, two-minute husband. But as Lucian and I talked, catching up and laughing over small things, I reminded myself it was worth it. My sacrifice had worked. Lucian was long gone from that terrifying hospital bed; he was completely healed, doing good, and living his life out in the real world. “I need some money,” Lucian said casually after a few minutes of catching up. He didn’t need it for medicine or treatments anymore—just personal cash to

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.