Paragon Of Sin Wiki Novels & Stories

“Oh. My. God” “Shit!” he says at the same time, why? is it some kind of penance I have to pay? Why does the universe insist on taking it out on me? Why can't things be perfect? Life is cruel and it hates me. “Ahemm” I hear someone clearing his throat “Good afternoon Miss Swan, it's a delight to see you again, the world is a very small place. I am Vitto Parisi, your new business partner,” says the older man kindly.

Alessia said tightly, one hand resting on the dagger at her thigh, the other clutching her wounded shoulder. The man’s eyes glinted gold in the torchlight. “Myth is simply memory soaked in blood.” The mysterious woman at Alessia’s side dipped her head. “My king.” “I am no king,” the man corrected. “Not anymore. Not since your bloodlines broke the pact and turned sanctity into sin.” Dante’s jaw clenched. “You’re the one they called Il Primo. The First.” The man smiled. “I was the first to wear the crown of the Syndicate. But I was not the last to betray it.”

“Blood for blood. Debts don’t die because a man prays for mercy. There is always a price.” I could feel Adora’s eye on me, but I didn't care. She was the price for her father's sin, and that was final. Damon looked up at me as if he’d expected something old to happen. But no. He got exactly what he deserved: a quiet, relentless, and inevitable punishment. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, searching for anything that would buy him a second he did not deserve. His eyes darted from me to his daughter, who stood right in front of him, now speechless.

Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk. However, that was when I heard the boy in my belly telling me he would stay with me after the divorce—that he would disown his jerk of a father. As such, I was convinced to abort my daughter and keep the boy, only to realize that it was the start of my nightmares. It was only in death that I realized Tina had planned everything. The boy was never my son, but a demon incarnate. Worst of all, I was beguiled into killing my own daughter!

I whispered into the darkness of the room, the words a silent vow I would renew every single morning for the rest of my life. ​I wasn't a good man. I was under no illusions about my soul. The things I had done in London, the blood I had spilled on that white quartz floor, the lives I had systematically ruined to build this sanctuary—they were sins that would follow me to the grave and beyond. I was a man of shadows, a creature of the very world I had just destroyed. But as I held the woman who had learned to bite back, the woman who had looked into the abyss and told it to blink, I knew with a chilling certainty that I would do it all again.

Her innocent eyes would water as she gagged on Daddy's thick meat like the eager little slut she was born to be. I stormed to her rooom, my pulse pounded like a war drum, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. I didn't knock, instead I fucking burst through the door. The wood slammed against the wall as raw hunger clawed at my gut. Holy fuck! There she was, my Elena, my forbidden obsession. She was splayed out like a pornstar goddess on her rumpled pink sheets, completely bare and glistening. Her creamy skin flushed pink with arousal. Full, perky tits rose and fell in heaving gasps, nipples stiff as diamonds begging to be sucked raw. Legs shamelessly hooked over the edge of the bed,

The mass was already starting when we arrived but thank you because we were still able to catch up. And as we listened, I couldn’t help but turn to my left. He was sitting there and he was focused on the mass. Lord, is this the one for me? If your answer is yes, I will not refuse. "Stop looking at me like that I know, I'm handsome" Its weak voice caused me to look back to the front. "N-no!" I whispered. He just smiled foolishly and immediately returned the focus to the mass, I didn't even look because I might blame him for being naughty. I don't want to add my sin again because of my mind.

Someone raised the question. “Haha! Who am I?” His chuckle resounded throughout the mountain range. “It’s been so long. I’ve almost forgotten my name. In the past, some people liked to call me Sin, and some liked to call me the Demon. However, I prefer the name Sinclair Jonah.” “I-It’s the Aboda Race’s Primogenitor!” Zeno gasped. James asked, “Who’s that?”