Night Sins Guilty As Sin Tami Hoag Novels & Stories

I became someone I no longer recognized, a man burdened with sins too heavy for anyone else to carry. In time, my life spiraled out of control. The betrayal of my own conscience led me down a path I hadn’t anticipated. I left the military, lost to my own demons, and found myself entangled in the very world I once fought against. The mafia became my refuge, a dark sanctuary where I tried to drown my guilt, my anger, and my sorrow. I became a sinner—willingly committing sins, crossing lines I never would have imagined as a soldier. I justified it then, telling myself it was all I deserved, that I was beyond redemption. But deep down, I was trapped in a web I couldn't escape.

“Of course.” From the mirror that sees everything and by that time in the particular life and part of the victim, yet rather the test subject. The dreaded hum, but not from the person who is the vessel to grow such sin came from. But rather from the fully-grown embodiment that’s drawing its own sinister smile. The song echoes, but only few could hear. And that persons are the purest one who ever since then is owning a particular sin out from the deadly seven. Where it goes like this and run along the lines and the words.

Guards flanked him then closed the door. “Good,” Mr. Voss said, voice flat. “You are awake. That is convenient.” Damien tried to lift his head. The chain held him like an accusation. He spat blood into his palm and tasted iron. “You do this yourself now,” he rasped. “You could have let them finish me cleanly.” Mr. Voss smiled without humor. “Finish? No. I taught you that pain is useful. Pain makes men honest. Pain makes men useful again. You failed me, Damien. You failed the plan. You failed me.”

79. Alex's POV I was angry at the world. I was angry with everyone and everything and when I saw Tamia lying down there with no pulse nor heartbeat, I felt myself lose it. That was why I plunged into danger without a secund thought and even though I pretended to be angry at Mason, I wasn't really. I was just disappointed at the fact that he could leave me to handle looking for our children alone while he stayed with Tamia's dead body and I didn't understand where his belive of 'she is alive' stemmed from.

she asked Pyre. “‘Temptation.’” Another Exodus End song. A great solo, heavy on technique, but not speed. “Nice choice.” “What are you going to do?” Pyre asked. “Sinners’ ‘Gates of Hell.’” “Are you foiking insane?” Pyre asked, his eyes wide in astonishment. “What do you mean? That solo is awesome!” she said, her heart thrumming with excitement. She hearted Sinners. Their lead guitarist, Brian Sinclair, was an absolute god.

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.

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.