Past Sins Novels & Stories

He made it clear to all of them, my foot! "So, because of a worthless girl who didn't reciprocate your feelings or whatever you two had, you decided to screw all the women in the world? Who does that, Damian? What kind of a man are you?" "I'm the kind of idiot who didn't have the patience to wait and see what fate had installed for me. I was the jerkwhore who believed that by just fucking all those women I would be satisfied and stop feeling the anger and resentments I felt. But I was wrong. I am not proud of my past. And I am sorry if I realized it too late." He takes my hands, enveloping them in his. "What can I do, Ellie? I can't go back and rewrite the past. Will you condemn me and throw

A world that had stained my hands red with the blood of men that had made enemies out of me or the dangerous men that I worked for. A world that I had believed that I had escaped up until now. He’d tried to pull me into his orbit once—more than once, in fact. Back in my old life, before I’d decided to change, before I’d traded blood for chalk and bullets for books. Saint Padre had approached me through intermediaries, men who carried promises wrapped in envelopes thick with cash. He’d wanted me to take out rivals, to carve a bloody path for him through his enemies. I’d refused. Every time.

On our eighth anniversary, my boyfriend, Liam Daniels, dragged me along to plan his marriage proposal. That exact morning, my pregnancy test came back positive. Outwardly, I teased him for ruining the surprise. Privately, I called everyone I knew to brag. My parents wept over the phone, saying time flew by too fast. My best friend, Mia Kyle, promised to beat him up if he ever stepped out of line. Even my older sister, Sarah Davis, choked up, swearing she would be there no matter how busy work got. On the big night, I wore the white dress Liam bought me. When I stepped into the venue, I realized the proposal had been transformed into a full wedding reception. I watched Liam Daniels

The two flew in silence for a while before Shobek decided to get her mind on something else, "The place we are going to is going to look much nicer than what you have seen so far. Each person there isn't evil, but not all of them are entirely good. They are constantly replaying their lives over and over. Though they don't know that. This is why talking to them is strictly forbidden. They won't take notice of you unless you make contact first. So no matter what, don't touch anyone or talk to anyone." Kasey frowned, "they are reliving their lives?" Shobek hesitated, "more like they are repeating scenarios of their lives. They repeat the same scenario until they finally do something different,

The arrogance and mischief he held was all gone; it appeared that he had been sincere with his apology. “It doesn’t matter now. I have already put it in the past, but yeah, I do appreciate it,” Seraphine vocalized, “But if that was my past life, why were we reborn? What the hell happened?” This made him hesitant to answer. He turned to look the other way before voicing out, “I don’t want to recall the incident. Think hard on it, and you will be able to remember.” This made Seraphine scoff.

And bothered. Peace. It wasn't near her as well. She couldn't help but think about the things he told her about his past. It was too much to take in one go. It wasn't just his past. It was the biggest scar of his life that has been going up to his future as well. Forget. He can't and it's obvious. His mind would never let him forget the sin he committed. And Amelia knew. She knew that no matter how much she tries she can't make him forget that sinful act of his in past.

How can you feel stultified watching your soulmate bare their soul in front of you? I’ve never felt this happy and peaceful a day in my very long life and as much as I want to step into our future together and let myself be happy just as I told her, I don’t feel that I deserve it. Gabriella knows my dark past in great detail thanks to Ezillus. She knows of the death and carnage I caused and for some reason accepts it, but there’s a piece of the story she’s missing. One last piece of my past I haven’t shared, and it seems neither did Ezillus. If I am truly to move forward, then I have one final confession to make, and I’m not sure how she will look at me after this. This isn’t like excusing s

She didn’t want to believe that her father was capable of doing such a thing, she didn’t want to believe that her father was a bad person. ‘’DAD’’ she called him. Mr. Parker was trying to gather courage to tell Ivy the truth, he had done many things he was not proud of things he did in the past and sometimes he wishes that he would turn back the hands of the clock so he could rectify his mistakes but it was too late for him to do that now, his past can’t be changed. It was time for him to pay for his crimes, he never thought a day like this would come when his daughter would find out about his dirty past but he can’t do anything about it. It was time for Ivy to know about it, no matter what

“You left me without a word or a decent goodbye. You just vanished into thin air, leaving me to deal with your absence…” I paused, breathing heavily as our unresolved past hung heavily between us. “Then you got married and of all people, it had to be my ex roommate, Lacy, that you chose as your wife. Why Blake. WHY?” I let out a deep guttural scream in his face, my voice filled with all the pain I'd been holding in for the past four years as my body trembled with consuming anger but he didn’t say a word. Instead, his glaring stare softened as we kept our eyes locked, silence now filling his car.

She opened her notebook, pen poised. “Let’s dive deeper today, Kai. I want to understand how you process past actions. For example, when you and Elara argue… like the times you’ve described using physical force to ‘correct’ her. Do you ever feel remorse afterward?” Kai leaned back, steepling his fingers. His smile was easy, almost playful. “Remorse? Look, I provide her everything. The penthouse, the diamonds, the lifestyle most women dream of. If I slap her or fuck her a little rough when she steps out of line, it’s because she needs it. She comes back every time, doesn’t she? I give her the best orgasms of her life right after. No point dwelling on fleeting emotions. What’s done is done.”