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Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

“Yes, if I hadn’t signed the contract, he would have killed me and everyone in the brothel, even he might have hurt you too,” “He had already hurt me enough to kill me, I am an empty body now, he took away everything,” My tears stopped when my vision got blurry. Mattia kneeled before me, her glammed up face got my eyes, “Angel, you have to be strong for yourself. You have to defeat him, otherwise, he would get worse day by day,” I wanted to sob and ask her why… Why did he have to hurt me? Wasn’t he doing it enough? “I can’t… I can’t, Mattia, he is a satan… I can’t defeat him,” I began sobbing again and she hugged me. I hooked my arms around her, tightly. She rubbed my back and pulled away.

she asks sardonically. I swallow. "I'm Amolet." "Before you say anything else, most generous and kind sister, she has an uncanny ability to strangle Immortals, so I wouldn't risk getting on her bad side. Trust me,” Sinful adds, to which I narrow my eyes on him, although am silently glad he’s informed Ira of that, a frown gathering between the girl’s brows. "Interesting," she muses. "I assume Sinful has fallen victim to this power of yours due to his mouth."

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.

We lie side by side, fully clothed, hands barely brushing. Like two men standing at the edge of something irreversible. “If I fall,” I murmur, “don’t become a monster for me again.” Nicholas turns toward me. “If you fall,” he says, voice low and deadly, “the world falls with you.” I smile. “Still dramatic.” He smirks faintly. “Still alive.” Memory is no longer the enemy. It’s the weapon.

God, what sort of punishment is this? You brought in a hot lady from your church and placed her in my household. You already know that I’m addicted to sin. Is this your way of telling refraining or encouraging me to continue? Andre thought to himself as she looked down at her puckered lips that was in a frightened pout. They look so inviting. This woman had turned him into a patient battling insanity. He hadn’t had a decent sleep in ages and the worst past of everything was he hasn’t screwed anyone ever since she made that declaration of being friends.

“I was cursed, Nathan. The engkanto took my soul and that's why I died. This is their punishment for me.” “Punishment? What did you do to offend them that way, anyway?” Mira looked downward and took a deep breath. “Do you remember the time we went to Mt. Banahaw? Do you remember what we did there? It was all a sin, wasn’t it?” At that point, what the priest had told Uncle suddenly came back to him in a flashback. “When we experience events like this in our life, we should check our actions. Maybe we have done something that allowed demons to manifest and interfere with our activities.”

But my lips would not move. “I see it in you,” Grace said softly, almost tenderly. “The battle. The hunger. The fear.” Her hand pressed lightly over my wrist, holding it, though not tightly. My fingers trembled. “You think you are ruined already,” she continued. “You think you cannot be cleansed. But sin is not in the body, my child. Sin is in surrender. It is in the choice.” Her eyes pierced mine. Her fingers trailed once more down my arm, so slowly that my skin burned beneath the fabric.

I say angrily. “One thing we have to remember Sarah is that we cannot use our powers for evil. Yes, there are some out there who do, but they pay very high prices for the use of that evil power. It may not seem like it right now, but we will figure it out and I will prove to you that those who have betrayed the wiccan ways and you, will be punished,” Miranda promises.

Instead it wasn’t her grunting. Micah stood in front of her, a blackened scorch across his side where the magic had struck. Though it didn’t seem to faze him as his eyes locked on Lillian with growing horror. “That’s not just Lillian,” he stammered. “That’s Melania.” Across the battlefield, Lillian twitched violently, her movements no longer smooth, her magic flaring uncontrollably. Her eyes flickered–burning red, then back to blue, then to an eerie, soulless black.