Past Sins Novels & Stories

he explained slowly as if he was trying not to freak me out. I mulled over his words. ‘A different chance and a cleaner slate to fix the mistake i made before … is that what i have been given? In my past life, i had been killed by the man supposed to love me, a man i had given everything to. He murdered me in cold blood just because he could, and my sister helped him. My trusting spirit led to my demise, and i refuse to let it happen again. I know olpheus is nothing like ian, he is kinder, sweeter and even more handsome, but he is also a man. Will i be making the same mistakes by laying all my cards on the table without keeping anything to myself? Would i be stupid enough to throw myself hig

They were being observed, manipulated, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Inside, the four of them felt the creeping weight of paranoia. Every glance, every hesitation, every half-spoken word carried a thousand possibilities. Trust fractured like thin ice underfoot, and each of them wondered silently who would break first. If the person behind the messages had returned after ten years, if the victim might still be alive, then none of them were safe. The forest had claimed them once before, and now it seemed to extend its reach beyond the trees, into the rooms, into their thoughts, into their very nerves.

The scars of my past run deep, a latticework of pain and betrayal that I thought would never heal. "I thought I had found love with Andrew, but his infidelity proved that I was wrong, again. And then, in a moment of weakness, I made the mistake that would haunt me forever - I slept with my ex-father, Doctor John. The shame and guilt are a constant reminder of my unworthiness, a burden I carry with each breath.

he assured her. "When will everything be fine?" Amara asked, her voice laced with sarcastic laughter. "Trust me, Amara; you are like a younger sister to me. I have no bad intentions towards you," Alec reiterated. "My one mistake from the past has ruined my present and future. I considered you a brother, but no one believes my intentions, not even your wife. Everyone judges me by my past sins, assuming I am trying to seduce their men. Why is this happening to me? Don't I deserve a chance? Was my sin so great that I must pay for it forever?" Amara cried, collapsing to her knees.

"Like me? No, I'm nothing like her. She's tall, statuesque even. And curvaceous like a treacherous winding road. Me? I'm just... lumpy." Grayson burst into laughter. "Woman, you are not lumpy. Why would you ever—" His tone shifted, and the lightness faded. "I'm glad that despicable man is going to meet his end. I wish I could be the one to end him." "I feel the same way. I wish I could do it. But even if he turns to ashes, I'll still hear his voice haunting me, recounting all my wrongdoings. Sometimes I wonder if I committed some unforgivable sins in a past life to deserve him. Like setting an orphanage ablaze and kicking the defenseless children while they were already down."

Bitterness clawed up my throat, my gaze darkening as the memory that haunted me resurfaced. “Alright,” I caught my breath, leaning back in my seat. “Fifteen years ago, I committed a sin of love and trust, putting my fate in a leaking basket. I was sixteen, condemned and broken, charged with a murder I didn’t commit, betrayed by the very person I wanted to protect. He grabbed a pitchfork. He drove it into the boy’s side. He spilled blood with his own hands. And yet, I carried the burden, fated to pay for someone else’s sin.”

And Felicity would not be able to bear it. "This place looks absolutely horrible. I myself never even wanted to know about how Harrison leveled and destroyed this small pack one year ago. I've always tried not to talk about the atrocities Harrison committed a year ago. And that too... was my big mistake. I had sinned greatly by covering up all the crimes and atrocities that Harrison had committed one year ago to all of them. Harrison's obsession with possessing the jewel was so great that his common sense could not work properly at that time. I don't want any of that to happen. But... but how can I stop those things from happening? How can I apologize, and get forgiveness from those who hav

Vincenzo and Pietro were also left speechless. “No way, there is no way all of these could be true.” Dante denied. “My mother left me when I was a baby; she’s dead by now,” Dante told her. “I’m not dead! I am alive and well!” She shouted, causing everyone to fall silent. Delina sighed and placed a hand on her forehead. “This is my karma, I shouldn’t have done what I did. Look at these, one of my son has no idea who I am and the other one hates me.” She murmured to herself.

"I can't imagine the pain have caused you I just hope I can remember what happened to me who was I and what was my identity, I wish you could explain what happened to maybe I might remember who I was she said and I stared blankly at her." "Liliana I think you're suffering from amnesia or someone did things to you that's makes you forget who you're. but I will take you to a therapist to access you. I think something happened to you back then. You requested you want to know your dark Past your identity what you did, we you be able to live with the guilt after realizing how miserable you're I said as she stared blankly at me and I smiled I just wanna make her mad so she could stop asking.". "I

“What I have always wanted. The truth. Your confession.” Confession. The word washed over me like ice. I froze. “What the hell are you talking about?” “Oh, don’t play dumb with me.” His voice softened into a sickening whisper. “What you did to me. To her. To us. The little sin you buried deep, pretending it never happened. Do you think I forgot? You think death erases betrayal?” Sweat beaded my eyebrows. My past. That very night. The girl. The mistake that cost me everything. I shook my head fiercely as I tried to dislodge the memories. This is not the time for this.