Past Sins Novels & Stories

All that mattered was the present and the future, I had to live for them. Before then, I had dwelled too long in the past, regretting my actions yet reveling in the success they brought me. I felt disgusted with myself when I acknowledged that had it not been for having an affair with a married man, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in my life and I felt even more disgusted knowing that if I had the power to turn back time, I still wouldn't have done anything differently. I really was a bitch, a homewrecker and a murderer.

There is only what is fun and what is not. The psychiatrist flipped the report shut and said in a heavy tone, "According to our investigation, Thomas Werther had long discovered the loophole in the reward and disciplinary system Ronald Werther established. "He knew that whenever he misbehaved, Benjamin Werther would be punished. And for him, watching his brother suffer and struggle stimulated the underdeveloped part of his brain to produce pleasure. So, he constantly and deliberately created incidents. "Including the fire. He clearly knew that spilling water on a power strip could cause a fire. He also clearly knew that the fire would burn Benjamin Werther, who was tied up. But he felt no gu

I’d lost my voice to the need coiled beneath my skin, threatening to split me apart at the seams and turn me into the ruins of the person I once was. The one who’d played it safe her entire life, who’d been so afraid of going after what she wanted that she didn’t dare voice her desires out loud. She’d shattered beneath Chris’s touch, and I never wanted her back. I closed my eyes, picturing the obscene image we must’ve made. Me on all fours, my head pulled back and my back arched while Chris pounded me from behind. One hand around my throat, the other hand fisting my hair. A faint red mark from when his palm struck my ass…

She replied in a calm tone and I immediately turned her around to make her look at me. “I didn’t sleep with all the women that were shown, Jhanvi. Yes! I was shown as a typical man whore but I was not that worse. Yes! I had mistresses, but that is my one of the regret. Because I know I disrespected them by having something with them without feeling anything. That is the worst thing any man can do and I wish I can go and apologize no matter how some were and their intentions. I regret that life and I know I can’t hide behind saying I was hurt and it was my reaction and all. However, I promised myself that I will never touch another woman unless I feel to with my whole heart. I even promised

he laughed. "I needed to see how she was after my fake confession... she'll be here, and she won't be long." Carlos was confident that Ana would accept him, and when the time came, he would wish he had died in that accident. "I just hope you don't regret it, buddy," Marcos knew convincing Carlos to give up that revenge would be a lost battle, but he couldn't help voicing his thoughts on the matter. "I'll regret letting her be happy while Lisa never had that chance. I'll regret allowing her to start a family while she stole mine. I'll make her life a living hell to the point where she'll wish for her own death."

she whispered. “So, you see, this ain’t me. Not me as I really, truly want to be. But at the same time, it is me. I’m the one who did what had to be done to patch-in, and even though I can say that I did it for Mom, it doesn’t excuse some of the things I’ve done.” He hesitated. “You know I’ve hurt people, Shay. Killed people. You know the kinds of things that I’ve had to do in the past, and you know that I’ll do things like that again in the future.” He forced out the next words. “You know that I’m a bad guy in so many ways, and the fact that I don’t want to be one doesn’t take away the blackness of my sins.”

“And to think you would also do that… for what reason? I would be glad if they are bad people but, those people in the mansion that lose their lives… they just want to work. For there family, for their dream… they did no wrong….” Flashing on my mind, I can’t remove that scene. That very image of burning flames and dead bodies. It will always be a nightmare I can never forget. “And Lilith… she doesn’t deserve that…. she… she is so kind…” “I am wrong. And I realized it so late. No matter how much I apologize, I can never atone for my sin… my hands… it’s already so dirty no matter what kind of soap I use. All the blood that it faced… it is a stain I can never wash away”

Time picks up again, we reach the climax of this sick movie. We've reached the part where I abandon Hunter, the part where I turn my back on someone I care about. The part where I choose vengeance over saving my friend. I watch as past me turns her back on him. This time I do what past me fails to do, I look at Hunter. The minute I look into his eyes I feel as though I've been stabbed in the heart. There isn't any anger in his eyes, not a single drop of it, only sadness but I don't think it's his own, it's more like he's sad for me. Even in his last moments he still cared for me. In his last moments he cared for the person that led him to his death. Why ? I find myself getting angry, why wou

In a fit of rage and annoyance I kick his nightstand, sending his lamp and misc items plummeting to the ground, he gives me no reaction though and Liam tugs me from the room. Three days was all I could spare at the Blood Dawn pack, three days searching and asking and waiting for her to come back. But no one had seen her, the guards said she tore through the gate the night of the blood moon but never returned, they insisted she looked unharmed. The alpha never showed his face, offered no assistance, only Beta John appeared to monitor our search but aided us in no way. Liam’s 24/7 surveillance of me was the only reason I hadn’t actually burned this pack to the ground, technically, he reminded

At Darius’s attempt to appear supportive despite the dread I could feel through our bond. “Three sins,” I said. “Your three greatest,” the Broker specified. “The truths you most desperately hide.” My mind raced. What were my greatest sins? The lies I’d told? The people I’d hurt? There were so many choices, so many dark corners of my soul I’d never wanted examined. But I knew where to start. “My first sin,” I said, my voice carrying across the room, “is that I enjoyed killing Lucien.” Murmurs rippled through the audience.