Night Sins Guilty As Sin Tami Hoag Novels & Stories

A poem dedicated to “blood and water” by Osuagwu Alexander. MY SIN What actually led me here What have I done Could I have saved him Was I scared or stupid Am writing to free my guilt But reading this script Literally pricks my conscience All I did was watch But I feel my ignorance was a sin And it haunts me daily I’ve always been wary But this blame was mine It was halp past nine On that cold dark night A scene pictographed in me My eyes met him afar

I have them hostage. I stared at the screen and a flush creeped up my neck as fragments of the night replayed in my head, the dim club lights, the dare, straddling that mysterious stranger with his cold green eyes and inked forearms. The way I boldly dry humped him... and then the hazy ride home. What the hell had I been thinking?. I typed a quick reply to Sarah and Mia then tossed the phone aside before the guilt could settle in too deep.

My heart was racing so hard I thought everyone could hear it. Mum laughed softly, clearly amused. “Blackmail? What kind of blackmail are we talking about here? This sounds interesting.” Nelson’s smirk deepened, his eyes flicking between me and Jameson with wicked intent. “It’s a secret between us, mum." Jameson and I locked eyes from across the living room. The guilt of lying to my parents while sitting there freshly fucked by one stepbrother — and now being threatened by the other — made my stomach twist. I can’t afford to let Mum find out I’m a pornstar.

I liked the name. I paused taking a moment to think about it, really fucking think about it. Did I want to go down this road with him? Did I want to fuck a man and then leave the city the next day and never see him again? I did. Of course I did. Damian gripped my cheek, gentle but firm enough to face my head into his direction. He bent down when he spoke softly,”I want to know the name of the woman I’m fucking tonight.” Woah.

Because something told me the gravity of this sin was beyond any redemption. ***

Funny because Nico said that’s how I looked when I was taking a life. “It’s over, Sienna. He’s gone.” Another lady in scrubs put her hands on Sienna’s shoulders. I watched as Sienna’s shoulders dropped as she got off. “Time of death, 8:30PM.” Sienna’s voice was firm and flat. “You should go, your shifts are over.” The other lady said. Sienna nodded and turned. She was walking towards me and she didn’t even realize. Seeing as someone was in her way she looked up. She froze when she saw me. A series of emotions washed over her face. Confused and then a little bit of relief? But it quickly forged into anger.

months, Ethan. And we just… on his couch…” I reached for her but she pulled away. “Don’t. Please don’t touch me right now.” My chest cracked open. “I’m sorry. I should’ve stopped. I should’ve—” “I asked you to. I begged you to.” She was sobbing now. “But that doesn’t make it okay. That doesn’t make this less wrong.” I stood, grabbed my keys. I needed to leave. Needed to get out before this got worse. “I’m sorry,” I said again. “I’m so fucking sorry, Sophia.” “Just go. Please just go.” I went. Got in my car, drove three blocks, and pulled over. Then I lost it. Slammed my hands against the steering wheel, shouting at myself, at the universe, at the unfairness of it all.

“I’m becoming something I don’t recognize. Something that finds justice in death and satisfaction in violence. That’s my first sin… enjoying the monster I’m turning into.” The darkness around me pulsed, as if acknowledging the confession. The Broker’s voice carried satisfaction. “Truth. The audience recognizes honesty. Proceed to the second sin.” This one was harder. Required exposing something I’d barely admitted to myself. “My second sin,” I began, my throat tight, “involves Eli.” My son’s head lifted, confusion written across his young face.

Her blood ran cold when she felt his touch tainting her skin. "Because a sinner is not afraid to commit any kind of sin, Miss Meier," he clarified all her doubts with his reply. Her breathing deepened by finding him so close to her. Leaning closer to her ear, he tightened his hold around her waist. "Just like I am not afraid of committing any kind of sin with you, cara mia," he whispered against her ear and then tenderly grazed his lips against her skin. Her body shuddered and filled with disgust at his touch.

“You may have gotten away when you raped me, but you will never get away from being the reason why Letty is dead now. Your actions justify nothing, and you can fucking blab all you want— but it will never change the fact that you have earned yourself a spot in hell.” “Now you’ll either rot with all the weight of blood in your hands or find solace in releasing what you know and perhaps then— if there’s a god, he might forgive you.” Finally, he cracked. “The Den of Sin,” he lowers his head and shakes it. It was as if its haunting memory had weighed heavily on his head. “Susan was the one who redirected me to this! I didn’t do anything!” “Like you didn’t.” I gnashed my teeth. “You have blood on