Paragon Of Sin Wiki Novels & Stories

She already knew that would be expected. Damon’s bedroom was even larger than hers. The massive king-sized bed dominated the room, covered in black silk sheets. Damon stood by the windows wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V of his sculpted abs and the outline of his heavy cock. “Close the door,” he ordered. Ara obeyed. “So today’s scene,” he said, “is about a submissive woman meeting her ex one last time before her wedding. She knows it’s wrong. She knows she shouldn’t. But she can’t resist him. She lets him ruin her for her future husband. That’s the energy I want.”

"Son, be serious and confess your sin." After laughing for a moment, I stopped and stepped out of the confession booth. "Confess my sins? What sin could I possibly confess?" The priest followed me, his footsteps approaching me from behind. "Imagine this scene," I continued. "The devil confessing his sins…that would really be a ridiculous joke." The priest's eyebrows furrowed instantly as he stared at me with a confused expression. "Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do."

I blurted and the way Shaun turned to look at me, I was certain he was confused. "For what?” "This is so wrong. I have an undivorced husband” I added, but he still had a confused look on his face. "It's a sin for a woman to cheat on her husband,” I said and that caused Shaun to scoff. “I don't know how this works, but isn't it a sin for a husband to lay his hand on his wife. Not just a sin but a crime” "That's different” "You are trying to say that for a woman to be happy is a sin?” he asked and I broke into tears.

— I’ll let you live, Volkov, — Caelith says — if you tell me how you found out she’s an umbra. Volkov lifts his chin, defiant. — You think you’re the only one who buys secrets from the enemy, Caelith? — All this time I kept wondering why you called her a ‘greater sin’… — he brushes his jaw with his thumb. — What could be more sinful than a Nephilim? Volkov pales beside me. The younger one falters, loosening his grip just enough for me to drag in a ragged breath. — The greater sin, — Caelith goes on, voice rising, — would be a double one, wouldn’t it? The child born of a woman who sold her blood and her body, and a man who vowed his life to God!

ELLA : I don't know if I am ashamed of myself or embarrassed, how could I let a monster like him touch me. OH God, am I a sinner now? I had been f**ked by a devil multiple times but at that time I didn't know about it at all. Even today, when he clearly showed me his true self I still let him do whatever he wanted. But somehow, I didn't see his gain in pleasuring me and satisfying me, in fact, he would get more frustrated by this thing as he wasn't able to touch me.

“ The ritual passed on to your kind from the earliest of days? That accursed ritual that births the next Paragon?” “ The very same,” the human slave said, a smile slowly crossing his face when he saw Hera’s fear. “ As you know, long before Abnormals of today took power here in Ocrad, it was known by a different name, Daikhana. Absalon, the one you call The Paragon, ruled over the ancient humans with an iron fist; after all, we humans are mere shards of Absalon. Of course, he was defeated and sealed away by the founders of your Abnormal villages. Sintar the Dragon, Augar the Giant, Rudoka the Kitsune, Azrez the Naga, Ivaura the Hydra, Koame the Anansi, Eterna the Phoenix, Raithea the Siren, M

And until the day that we may do so, we must, as a spiritual community, stand distinct from this celebration of sin. In Christ's name, Reverend Dr. Thaddeus Michaels" Davidson read it once. Then again. The words did not simply hit; they hammered themselves home within him, hooking into the deepest, most open areas of his soul. Moral indignation. Filth. Exploiting the vulnerability of a dying man. Fornication and lying.

“Sin? You want to lecture me about sin, priest?” His face paled, but he didn’t back down. “There’s no worse sin than this,” he said firmly. “You, running guns, killing men, leading others to destruction, it’s worse than… than anything.” I slammed my hand against the table, making him flinch. My voice thundered. “Say it. Worse than what, Baron? Worse than you on your knees, choking on my cock? Worse than you begging me to let you cum? Worse than you in that bathroom last night, stroking yourself like a desperate whore, spilling over your hand like a sinner in the dark?”

It was sexy enough to drop me to my knees right there on the cold floor. “I don’t understand,” I whispered, forcing a shaky smile that felt paper-thin. He stepped closer. Close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body in the chill of the basement. “Okay.” One single nod. His eyes never left mine. “Then tell me why you’ve been staring at Daddy like you want him to fuck you.” My stomach twisted hard at the word ‘Daddy’. It hit exactly like those filthy books I read in secret—the ones where a girl gets ruined by an older man and moans the word like a prayer while he fucks her senseless. Sweet and sick but perfect.

I turned to move further and bumped into a hard figure, and I looked up only to see the arrogant bastard that made me loose my job. "Are you always this clumsy?" He asked "Are you always rude and arrogant?" I replied You really do have the nerve to talk to me anyhow, I hope you know I could end you with the snap of a finger? He asked Spoilt bastards like you don't know how to treat people, you act all high and mighty. Let me remind you that I have freedom to air my views just like you do and I won't shrink for you simply because you're rich, you need to learn how to treat people right especially ladies. Even after causing me my job you still have the nerve to look me in the face and spill ru