Morality Play Novel Novels & Stories

She despised that my father, her first husband—an Italian—had cheated on her right here in San Malerio one Christmas. She’d said fingers were pointed at her, that it was her fault for making him stray, for trying to live like a foreigner. Here in Malerio, people seemed nice, but they were judgmental as hell. One slip, and they’d brand you the devil incarnate. And I couldn’t stop wondering—would they see me as the devil’s child if they knew I’d been fucking their priest? “Fuck…” I cried out, spreading my legs wider for him, draping them over his shoulder blades, tightening around his neck as his two digits curled and stroked faster, rougher now.

Speeches and handshakes and photo opportunities. "I'm ready." "Good. Because Marco is bringing his new girlfriend." "The prosecutor?" "The prosecutor. He wants us to be nice to her." "Marco, dating a prosecutor. What is the world coming to?" "A better one," Dante said. "I hope." I looked out the window at the city lights. Somewhere out there, families were still trapped in cycles of violence and debt. Somewhere out there, young women were being sold to dying men. Somewhere out there, the work wasn't finished.

At my son writing beside me. At the pigeon who had eaten the last of the sourdough waddling away with the satisfaction of a creature that had played a long game and won. Seven questions. Seven honest answers. And a door, for the first time since any of this began, sitting neither open nor closed but somewhere in the possible space between them. That was enough. For now, it was more than enough.

I walked to the front, reached into the bag, and pulled out a folded slip of paper. L'Avare. Molière. The Miser. I knew the play from the school library — a father and his son in love with the same woman. A four-hundred-year-old comedy about greed and forbidden desire that still made audiences squirm. I sat back down. Juno read the title over my shoulder, and her eyes went round. "Oh," she whispered. "This is perfect." "It's Molière."

He was screaming and whimpering being abused in the hands of those bastards and their men who were sneaking their hands on his body like thousand snakes. Wyatt was preparing himself to enter into Jack when they heard the door banged open with more than 50 people with guns led by Daniel and Oscar... They quickly took their positions, leaving Jack hanging, who couldn’t even lift his head up. He was crying badly. The shame. The guilt. The embarrassment was killing him. Being naked and abused. He was this close to be raped by Wyatt and his men. He didn’t know what was happening in the surroundings. All he could hear was gunshots. Yells, screams for a while before it all turned silent.

The bullet landed on Damian’s left hand. This is my father’s favorite game, he calls it ‘no way old’ because there is literally no way out. Pleading guilty or not does not save the offender from getting killed. It is a death sentence but it is much better to die after claiming that you are innocent, nobody wants the stain of treason to the mafia king on them, it hunts a person even after the grim reaper has completed his task. “Damian Fernandez you have been charge with attempting to reclaim on of the mafia king’s whore, do you plead guilty?” The fourth gun man asked.

Amy and my father clashed in a battle for control. Amy emerged victorious, sending my father to prison for his crimes. As for me, I had nothing left. Mia and I got married, but I couldn’t even bring myself to face the outside world. So we struggled to make ends meet, arguing over every little thing. Meanwhile, I heard Amy’s life soared to new heights. Rumors swirled about her second wedding—an event so lavish that it became the talk of Alberia. Ha!

He said to me "Did you know that if you self harm, there's no chance you will go to heaven. A dead man chant serve the creator Aydan you should know that. If you kill a man, you can always turn your life around and there's a possibility you will go to heaven. So take your pick." I said to him "How does religion falls under what we were just talking about?" He asked confused

Things turned into reality now and I'm so happy that finally, Axis and I will be together and we'll work things out to make sure that being together will turn into forever. I'm Yasha Reese Heuson and I am proud to say that finally, I am now officially engaged with the man I love, Axis Ford Averion. THE END. *** Author's Note: Playing my imagination with the different set of ideas running at the back of my head, now resulted into a story entitled "Playful Fate". Thank you so much for reading this story, for sticking with me and for riding with Yasha and Axis' playful love story. I hope you learned something from it. ;)